Autumn

Autumn is my favorite time of year. I know, it is weird talking about fall in the middle of summer, but if you’ll amuse me for a moment, you’ll see where I’m going with this. Besides, I’m strange that way. I was the guy talking about summer vacation while it was still snowing outside. And believe me, being Canadian, although we do get quite a lot of snow, we don’t receive half as much as some of the places in the States. Anyway, let’s talk about autumn for Freedom Friday.

Small Town in Ontario, Canada
Small Town in Ontario, Canada

I like autumn. Yes, we’ve established that. I like it because of a few reasons. In Canada, we celebrate Thanksgiving a month prior to our American counterparts. So when we’re carving up our turkey, filling our gut with tryptophan, that’s the stuff that makes you sleepy after a turkey dinner, south of the border it’s business as usual. I suppose the reason for this stems from the fact our autumns come earlier. Yet, when I look at some of the northern states, they just as equally have fall around the same time. Therefore, I’m in a bit of a quandary as to rationalize why either we Canadians celebrate Thanksgiving early or Americans celebrate it late. Don’t ask me to google it, ‘cause I’m not going to. If you know, tell me!

All right, back to this autumn and Thanksgiving bit. I enjoy our Thanksgivings here in Canada because the leaves have all changed colors and haven’t dropped to the ground yet. It makes for a perfect opportunity to take some pretty awesome shots.

Now, where I live, I’m in the middle of farm country. We have plenty of cornfields, and tons of cows, horses, sheep and any other farm animals you can probably imagine. No, not velociraptors. Well, other than Halloween. The best part? We have a vast swath of woods to discover. I have been to maybe a tenth of what my area has to offer. The rest lays dormant for me to explore.

Farm Country, Ontario, Canada
Farm Country, Ontario, Canada

What else? I love autumn because it’s not too hot and it’s definitely not too cold. I need a jacket in the mornings, but I can shed it by early afternoon. Also, it’s the rainy season, and if you’ve read my blog long enough you will know just how much I love the rain. I relish the water beating down on freshly cut grass. The smell is intoxicating. Ah, but we’re getting ahead of ourselves.

My most beloved time is that sweet moment when the leaves begin to fall and the rain has yet to dampen them to a brown hue. The crackling sound under my feet drives me to want to dive into a newly raked pile.

The Woods, Ontario, Canada
The Woods, Ontario, Canada

In that time, one single moment exists I cannot resist. Late in the evening, when the wind tosses and churns the leaves into the neighbor’s yard and I stand there under a street lamp right before it begins to rain. I can feel it. That eerie feeling when everything’s about to erupt into thunder, and the lightening takes over the skies. My nostrils fill with the smell of moss. My ears hear the breeze wafting over my shoulder.

And then—it rains. Like a symphony.

I dash into the house and the skies explode as a choir of angels heralding the second coming. It’s beautiful. It’s spectacular.

Now do you see why I love autumn?

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Do you like autumn weather? Is it strange talking about the fall when we’re still in the midst of summer fun?

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34 thoughts on “Autumn

  1. I love autumn and I also love it because its not only beautiful but FULL of activities and festivals and whatnot. You know, its okay by me to already talk about autumn Jack. Because I’m already talking about what festivals to visit for the autumn season..haha!

  2. You’re a bit early, it’s hot and humid here in August, but a redbud tree on our lawn is turning color so we have Autumn to look forward to. Thanks for the lovely photos and the thoughtful writing. Cheers.

  3. I used to love rain storms too…until I moved to Texas and started freaking out every time it rains, checking my storm tracker for tornados. It’s really sucked the fun out rainstorms for me.
    Your photos are beautiful too btw.

  4. Hey Jack! Your autumn looks like ours. Maybe I can convince my bff to go up to State Park before I go in for surgery if the leaves change before 03 September and get some pictures. She just got this $2000 camera and we need to do some more hanging out before I go. Great post!

  5. The long and winding roads like your photo post with leaves dancing ahead…loved your post! I’m an autumn girl myself — all the scents and blue, blue skies. Looking forward to October 22 too.,,another reason to love autumn this year!

  6. Not at all strange to think about now. Time flies when you’re having fun after all (and we need to plan more fun to keep it going). But you’re describing the East coast autumn. West coast fall is a bit different. It’s the dreaded off-season: too rainy to do much outdoors but none of that rain has appreciably turned to snow higher up for fluffy fun. And since the trees are evergreens mostly, none of those beautiful colours. If West coast snobbery ever hits, remind of us autumn — you’ve totally got us beat.

    • You know, I’ve never really thought how autumn, or Thanksgiving for that matter, affected the West Coast. I suppose if you’re surrounded by evergreens your falls would be different. All of a sudden I feel more blessed.

    • Thanks, Katie! I wish you could see our Thanksgivings–my family makes such a big deal over it. I’m sure I’d feel the same way as you do if I didn’t have the colors and leaves all around me.

  7. No it is not weird! I LOVE the changing of the trees and weather, even attitudes in people start to soften up a little bit. It is a little cool where I am from so, talking about Autumn is inevitable. 🙂

  8. So, Thanksgiving Day in Canada has been quite fluid since it first began in 1578 after Martin Frobisher first made it to Baffin Island. It would take place to celebrate specific things, like the Prince of Wales’ recovery from illness on April 5, 1872. Although it was celebrated consistently from 1879 on, it wasn’t declared a national holiday until 1921 when it was combined with Armistice Day. In 1931, the holidays were separated and Thanksgiving would take place by proclamation, usually on the second Monday in October, and would be moved as necessary. It wasn’t until 1957 that the second Monday in October became the set holiday. (It is an optional holiday in PEI, Newfoundland and Labrador, New Brunswick, and Nova Scotia–so, don’t expect a party if you go any of those places for the holiday.)

    Thanksgiving in the U.S. began with the Pilgrims in 1621. The story goes that they were starving and couldn’t figure out how to grow crops efficiently and Squanto, a member of the Wampanoag tribe, taught them how to fish and plant, etc. From then on, Thanksgiving Day was decreed at sporadic times for a miscellany of reasons. Abraham Lincoln established it as the last Thursday in November, but that was changed to the 4th Thursday in 1942. Interesting note: Benjamin Franklin wanted the turkey to be the national bird. Of course, the bald eagle won that competition because of a significant number of “majestic points” in its favor. However, the consolation prize was that the turkey became the official Thanksgiving Day bird. No word on how the turkey feels about that.

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  9. I grew up in Canada, in the middle of nowhere. Now my parents’ autumn comes two or three weeks before mine. It’s a beautiful season, I agree. A busy one too, with back-to-school shopping, Halloween, and Thanksgiving, all in a row. You write very well. I enjoyed reading this.

    • Hey Annie, great seeing you here! I agree, there’s nothing quite like all those fall activities to look forward to. And who can forget all the turkey leftovers the days following Thanksgiving? Huh, not me! Thanks also for the compliment, I really appreciate it!

  10. I wrote a post about why I loved autumn last … summer. So I totally get where you’re coming from! Mind you, mine tended to focus a bit more on the deliciousness that is a Starbucks Pumpkin Spice latte (surprise, surprise). Regardless, I love that season, and I love the way you’ve captured it here. Gorgeous photos too!

  11. Very beautifully written sir – your passion towards autumn is clearly expressed here and almost can I see it the way you do in these words of yours. Thank you for sharing. I agree with you – autumn is nice, much like spring in that instance, where both the heat and the cold should not be absolute. Except for on rare occasion when it is…
    However, I think even you Mr. Flacco will have to admit that when it comes time to sweep all of those leaves that are clogging up the gutters and the drains and covering over the footpaths, only to watch them get clogged up and covered over the next day after all of your tiring work – that is just a teeny bit annoying.
    On a side note, have you ever considered doing away with all of these dreams of becoming a novelist and instead becoming a poet? Or a writer of novelistic verse?
    Funnily enough, before reading your words I was re-reading John Donne’s the Flea, one of my favorite poems, and after reading your poetic language it was like reading the words of two fabulous poets one after another. Fabulous stuff!

    • Thanks so much for your heartfelt words, I appreciate them entirely! I will have to side with you regarding clogged gutters and downspouts–not fun at all. However, I’ll also have to admit feeling wonderful whenever I rake the leaves. I guess it’s the smell, the cloudy days, and the change in weather. I can’t describe it fully.

      And, WOW! How could I ever thank you for your kind words? Being compared to a poet of the Shakespearean era I think is the compliment of the highest honor! I’ve never thought writing poetry, although I think much of what I’ve read in the past (pretty much all of Shakespeare) may have influenced how I write. I don’t know. But thank you!

  12. That was poetry! I love all the autumn colours and the smell of rain also. I’m looking forward to the pollen and mosquitos disappearing.

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