Wednesday, September 16, 2009

SPECTACULOR FALL

9-16-09...SPECTACULOR FALL

My favorite time of year is fast approaching. Beautiful, refreshing Fall. A time when God gathers all the beauty from his paint box and splashes it down on the earth in a beautiful array of vivid colors that cover trees bushes & grass with so many bright colors we don't even miss the greens and pastels of Spring and Summer.
The air has become crisp and fresh smelling. I love the smell of the first fire in someones fireplace floating to my nostrils as I stand in the early morning air.
The days are changeable as the wind. One day summer forces it's way back with warm winds that remind you it has not yet given up it's hold over the earth but just wants to be remembered. Wants to remind you, "I'm still here. I will not go far. I'll be back". The next day winter might try to force its self on to the scene and tries to leave fall behind. But not to be winter. You just go back in to hibernation for a spell and let Fall have his turn.
Fall seems to struggle to make his self known. Summer is behind and winter is ahead seeming to squeeze the life out of Fall.
The last of the harvest is being hurried before the ground becomes dormant for the Winter. Bright Orange Pumpkins, yellow and green squash, and delicious red tomatoes and apples are abundant.
Farmers are hurrying to get that last cut of hay from the fields before cold days ahead squeeze its life down to lie till Spring.
The animals coats become thicker on their bodies preparing for cold icy days ahead.
You watch and wait for the first frost ushering in brisker winds and different sounds floating on the air.
Fall has a distinctly different smell as everything changes. Sights and smells are refreshing and new. The sweet taste and smell of cinnamon, bacon frying, a fall sweater, and heat coming on for the first time. The smell of fresh plowed ground that you don't smell much today. It was a Fall smell always dear to me as my Daddy 'layed away' the garden for the winter. These smells are just so unique and smell is so much more distinct on a fall morning.
Then there is the sound of Geese honking through the sky making their way to greener places. The sound and smell of wood as it burns in the fireplace . Rain on the roof is much more distinct.
Fall is my nostalgic memory time for some reason. Could be because I grew up in the Country where smells and sounds carry even more clear across the land to reach me.
Someone once told me that a smell is the sense most linked to memories. I believe that to be true but I also want to add sounds to that scenario. I believe smell and sound fits together like my hand in a glove on a cold morning. YEP!!