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Monday, September 14, 2009

Harvest

It's early Fall now. Not summer any more. The trees aren't changing yet, but the farmers' markets and grocery stores make the change of season clear. There's apple cider, and a dozen different colors of tomato. Not many pumpkins yet, but there are two growing in my parents' garden, and they're getting orange-- so I know the time is soon.

I love autumn. I love the crispness of the air, and I love the harvest-times.

I spent a fall down in Texas once, and in my English class we discussed in reaction to a story (I don't remember which one) how people don't really have harvest celebrations and a deep connection to the seasons any more. I had to interject with a "speak for yourself."

We may have modern conveniences, but you can't be in New England in the fall and not feel a little bit like the clock has rolled back. In the weeks between the first apple-picking, and Thanksgiving, New England is awake and alive in a way it isn't in any other time of year.
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  1. AnonymousSeptember 14, 2009 at 2:19 PM

    Lucky. Growing up in Texas the only difference between summer and autumn was school starting...and winter didn't start until mid-january. And now up in Washington "summer heat" feels more like a mid-March chill

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  2. AnonymousSeptember 14, 2009 at 4:32 PM

    Mmm, apple-picking. I haven't gone in years. Maybe I can rectify that with a house-field trip to the nearest apple orchard. I'm sure there're people who haven't been before, considering we have people from all over the states and world.

    And apple cider? Just thinking about it makes my mouth water.

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  3. AnonymousSeptember 14, 2009 at 9:57 PM

    In Sweden, where I live Autumn is rainy. November especially. Around halloween it's always cloudy. And the rain falls down in heavy drops. And I have one question. How long does it take you to write a novel, without the edeting?

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  4. AnonymousSeptember 14, 2009 at 11:27 PM

    I love autumn too. To me, summer is too hot, while early fall is perfect. Watching everything shift to red and orange excites me every time, and stepping on fallen leaves is a certain pick-me-up.
    Speaking of pick-me-ups, I just re-read Hawksong and, as usual, it comforted me. It's a comfort book, like brownies only better.

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