Silent Servants...

Silent Servants...

... of the Used, Abused, and Utterly Screwed Up.

A Secular Franciscan looks at the world...
with a more jaundiced eye than ever...
and lots of ellipses for you to fill in the missing text...
(with thanks to Thomas S. Klise for the title)



Tuesday, September 23, 2008

It's really here!

It being, as all of you who live above the 49th Parallel in the Western Hemisphere know, Autumn. I've likely mentioned this in the blog before, but Autumn is my favourite time of year. It has some of the saddest and happiest memories for me.

I love walking in the evening, under the streetlamps, with a slight breeze and yellow and orange leaves falling all around me like rain. I love the crispness of the air, with just a touch of a smell of earth, and smoke from people lighting their fireplaces. I love the crunch of the dry leaves underfoot and the fresh produce from the gardens. It doesn't last, and it precedes that most tedious of all seasons, Winter, but while it lasts every day, no matter if it's sunny, rainy, windy or overcast, is a joy.

This is nice, really nice.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

I agree.

Polaris said...

I love the fall as well. My memories of Fall in Saskatoon are always of having one perfect golden afternoon in mid September, the fall foliage along the river is in full display, and the leaves scuffle underfoot.

Then the wind comes up, and to minutes later, the leaves are gone and winter has arrived.

It always seemed that if you missed that one afternoon you missed the whole season.