Today we welcomed Autumn.
But, instead of our grumpy declaration that “parting is such sweet sorrow” which is usually muttered as we watch Summer slowly slip away, it sure is easy to embrace the new season given our simply spectacular weather. It sure doesn’t feel like Fall, but, of course for the longest time it didn’t feel much like Spring or Summer either when those seasons arrived.
This morning, I took along a cardigan and begrudgingly I think I soon shall be giving up wearing the capris since my calves were chilly.
This crisp weather gives me extra pep and I decided to pick up my pace a tad in keeping with that goal to get a five-mile walk done in under an hour by next Labor Day. Of course, it takes awhile to get acclimated in the Spring to be walking that many miles at one time, but I hope to get ‘er done, so stay tuned.
Even the squirrels seemed to have heaps of energy and the now-plentiful brown acorns are strewn everywhere. Those squirrels make me smile when they take daring passes to dart across your path as you near a pile of “their” acorns on the sidewalk. I always want to tell them that peanuts, especially peanut butter, are more my favorite food, rather than acorns, but those words will fall on deaf ears. Even the Google Doodle today was about these whimsical furry creatures.
Soon the grade school children will be bringing home their Fall artwork, those crayoned drawings or construction paper cutouts of leaves, pumpkins and turkeys, then asking for them to be posted in the living room window, or, at the very least, on the fridge door. Some parents will wish this handiwork would have stayed in the classroom instead.
I was thinking of my early school days as I walked along on this first day of Fall. As a young child, I remember being taught those valuable lessons, like reciting the ABCs, or counting aloud one to ten, as well as learning how to print or write in cursive between the lines. My mom and I practiced those lessons long before kindergarten, including singing that little ditty about the amount of days in each of the calendar months. How many of you, if asked how many days are in August, have to think about it? Perhaps you must dissect that childhood rhyme “thirty days hath September …”, and, in that vein, I thought the change of seasons always happened on the 21st, i.e. the 21st of March, June, September and December, representing Spring, Summer, Fall and Winter respectively. The 2015 autumnal equinox falls on the 23rd of September. Maybe too many years have passed since I learned that concept, … or maybe it’s just me.
I was conflicted about what nice quote to use to commemorate this brand-new season … perhaps some warm and fuzzy thought to welcome Autumn? Or, with the arrival of Pope Francis, how about an insightful quote from the Pontiff? But, then there was the sad news of Yogi Berra’s passing. All those years when I circulated a daily thought for the day, I often used his most-memorable and colorful, malaprop-riddled quotes.
Alas, how about if we herald this chilly season’s arrival with these wise words:
A little bit of mercy makes the world less cold and more just. ~ Pope Francis