Where has the summer flown, so quickly from my grasp? With each year that passes, time seems to be shorter and nowhere can one experience it more than in the fall – the transition time of life ending, in order to make way for rebirth. Throughout the ages, we humans have understood this. Throughout time, celebratory rituals have been held both pagan and creator-based, including to this day. Thanksgiving to the kind Creator is our ritual acknowledging appreciation for the bounty of harvest and for our existence.
I have to admit that while I love the seasons, autumn is a particular favourite. The air is brisk with a fresh cool scent. The leaves are turning red and gold. Brilliant colours give nature a sense of last moment grandeur rather than gloom. At the same time, there is a nostalgia about fall. Perhaps it is in our DNA from the beginning of time; we are drawn into the ancient acceptance of preparation towards passing.
Summer holidays are finished. The kids are back at school. The road work is pretty near completed on my street. And like the squirrels scampering madly to hide their food supply, most of us too are in organization mode. I enjoy sorting my life back on track into some kind of productive routine.
So cat Oliver howls all the way to the veterinarian to have his annual physical. The garage gets cleaned somewhat to allow the car room within its sheltered walls. Closets are sorted, bringing forward warm clothing including coats and boots, just in case. Consideration is given as to who will remove the snow from the driveway once winter sets in. Finally, when plans are set in motion and we have time at last to reflect, some of us may retrieve Nat ‘King’ Cole’s long playig record, (or turn to YouTube) and listen to his mellow, hypnotic voice as he sings “Autumn Leaves”.
But for right now, there is still grass to be cut, though not for much longer. My Mother and other avid gardeners will clean up their annual flower beds. Later there will be the leaves to rake, as the trees perform their final ritual in preparation for deep slumber. As for me, I won’t be fussing with the shrubs and other garden growths. I expect to be still around to look after all this in the spring – when everything will be reborn once more.