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Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Autumn 2012



I started this past weekend like I did the other when summer had arrived: I changed my clothes.

Gone were the shorts, the sneakers, the tube socks and most importantly, the pasty white legs. It its place we reintroduced the M-F work clothes to the weekend, specifically the weekend in which we officially introduced the world world of Autumn to New England.

True to form, I stepped outside and inhaled the crisp lo-50's for the morning air to wake myself up. I decided not to ride this:

to run my errands on this particular morning, which was due to the fact that I chose to get up at the ripe old hour of 7:15a. So we walked to our car, hopped in and drove towards the center to run our errands.

Being preoccupied with the events of earlier in the week made me completely forget about Newington's annual Waterfall Festival, which I did not really remember until one, I tried to go my normal way to the center and almost got stuck in a one mile traffic jam, and two, saw cars parked where they weren't supposed to once I approached the center from the back end.

So we made a quick decision and took off for the other end of town, where another branch of my bank was located. The breeze was blowing just right and coupled with the bluegrass music on the radio, I felt myself drifting away to someplace else.

Yes, autumn had indeed finally arrived.

I pretty much spent the rest of the late morning and early afternoon enjoying the fantastic weather, the semi-quiet solitude of the town and after getting home, the gentle roar of the breeze blowing down from the mountain.

As I sat in the backyard writing this post, the only sounds that I heard were the trees gently swaying in the breeze, the leaves dropping to the ground, the occasional dog making their presence known, and wind chimes swaying in the breeze.

In all likelihood, this will probably be the last weekend that I'll be able to sit outside in my backyard and enjoy enough uninterrupted time to decompress and explore the many nooks and crannies of my memory. Not to mention enjoying the mountain in all of its naturally chaotic beauty.

Autumn is a time of rebirth and reflection on things that have passed and of things to come. Don't let it pass you by, especially since Mother & Father Nature are busy getting their palettes and brushes at the ready, 'cause you know Autumn 2012 will be the most original yet.

10 comments:

  1. the autumn thingy...it is bittersweet for sure...

    i will miss the flip-flops most of all, but the scarier thing?

    S-N-O-W...

    i hates the snow...tUcKeR on the other hand? he can't wait for it...

    nice post my friend...

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  2. Sounds like just a great time to reflect, autumn is a wonderful season, until that awful white stuff comes.

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  3. Bruce: Bruce!!!

    Yeah, snow can really suck major moose testicles. Hopefully though, it will be not too much a white winter.

    To tell you the truth, I won't miss flip-flops. See too much of them at work.

    Pat: So very true. Love the extra quiet solitude that autumn brings with it.

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  4. gotta like the new coolness. I feel like I can breathe outside.

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  5. Charles: The temps are starting to drop, but not too severely. Daytime is in the 70's and the nightime is in the 50's, but I do agree with you about the coolness and being able to comfortably breath again.

    Mama Z: Thankee.

    I try my best to paint the best verbal picture possible.

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  6. Our center is impassable for Swan Fest too- n they added jutt-out sidewalks making parking even worse. I know the feeling. I try to get the local free paper to head them off at the pass, in my village sometimes I can't get out of my driveway. Blues, Jazz, many concerts, boats, ect so many events.
    I still Love John Denver music To hear, play myself, n sing. I've done the harmony of that one since I was a teen... A tragedy losing him young. Before his plane ride to heaven, a friend turned down going to a charity dinner at his table. I told her would've cut off a leg to meet him. Sad I never got the chance to be intro'd to him. We could've had a blast with music together. I like his "The Hawk n The Eagle" tune best to sing to myself. Brings my mood up.

    Enjoy the Autumnal bliss- 70's n beautiful here too.

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  7. Snaggle: Usually I'm very prepared for this annual event and I often plan my morning & early afternoon around it, but this time, I honestly forgot about it going on. I'm not sure if it had to do with the fact that it wasn't being held in the last week of September like it usually is.

    I like John Denver, and this happens to be one of my absolute favorites. I think it was my late father's favorites because it reminded him of his college days spent in West Virginia.

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