When temperatures cool off and the days grow shorter is when the colors yellow, oranges and browns come out to play and a new red pigment appears.
A warm and sunny autumn can call mix together for a beautiful foliage from now through early November.
Sense of Sight…Feel of Fall
By: Mary Ann Gamble
Picking my way through the gauzy air
I step into a day fairly aglow
with color in every leaf and blade
a day stirring up an instinct
preparing me for winter.
There’s scarlet, yellow and orange
the gold turned to brown.
The broad leaf has furled
meantime…sniffing the smoke tinged air
I visualize the woodpile stacked high
with oak, cherry and hickory
thinking of the old adage…
“He who cuts his own wood warms himself twice.”
I taste the brilliant colors
tangy as wine saps
from the back porch that faces the creek.
The sky…blue as a robin’s egg.
I absorb the sun, the richness of the day
mixed with the reverent air,
and under the Bartlett pear tree
spotting the fleshy pome fruit that has fallen
I ready myself to go inside and…
make a batch of chutney.
In my imagination, this time of year pouts me in the mood to ramble down the road, take a short cut, cross the railroad track and walk leisurely down the worn path to gather natural materials for a fall bouquet dried by Mother Nature.
There’s such a sense of quietness this time of year when summer starts to wind down and shadows lengthen…a time of year that stirs up memories of my sister Ines and I being engrossed in finishing tomorrows homework and accompany Mama on a jaunt to gather wild flowers and weeds for her yearly fall bouquet.
It was a simple, but satisfying thing for us to do every year around this time.
Always after supper. Mama said it was the prettiest time of the day to gather flowers, weeds, seed pods, cones and branches. Mama would shake our gatherings outside to rid them of excess seeds and shedding leaves as soon as we returned from our walk on an evening that was still and golden…the time of year when the lingering bursts of autumn colors could be seen all around and the subtle change in the air could be felt.
I visualize Mama’s pretty fall bouquet in an old crock, a blue Mason half-gallon fruit jar perhaps or a granite milk pitcher, while savoring it all…this winding down of summer…preparing me for a show of striking colors and another warm and brilliant fall.