I love Autumn. I always have. I don’t like that it is the entry to Winter now that I’m too old to really like snow much anymore. I still find falling snow a thing of beauty and falling leaves are a joy to my eyes if not to my back. These days I find snow shovels and leaf rakes instruments of torture.
We have a small, long and narrow lot. There isn’t one large tree on that lot. But the neighbor to the north and the neighbors to the south both have large deciduous trees. You can see where I’m going with this right?
Every year our small, long, narrow back yard is hip deep in leaves. Depending on wind direction the neighbors either to the north or south find their yards nearly swept clean of leaves. Then sometimes the wind will change and we got a second batch of leaves from whatever direction had missed us the first time.
Lou cussed and complained. I sought a solution. I am a solution kind of person. I’ve never found a problem that complaining solved. I’ve seen complaining empty rooms but never back yards full of leaves.
Off I went to my shopping place of choice, Amazon. It’s easier for me to sit and shop at home than to traipse all over some huge home improvement store only to find that what I wanted was in the opposite direction. Traipsing is not my favorite thing on these knees and with this back. Gimme the ones I had forty years ago and I’ll consider it. But even then the chances are I will find what I want on Amazon and not at the local store.
I found a delightful little contraption on Amazon that was right up our alley. Or rather right up our leaf problem. It’s a vacuum thingy with a canvas cover that fits over the top of a large garbage can. You just put a leaf bag in the garbage can, fit your vacuum thingy over the top and vacuum away. When full, close bag, put in new one and repeat until you find your grass again. What is really nice is that it’s one of those “boy toys” that men love.
Lou proudly vacuums our back yard while the menfolk to the north and south look on in envy. Here was a new toy and how could they convince the Mrs. they needed one when their yards weren’t filled with leaves? The smug smiles of yesteryear disappeared and Lou was reigning boy champ of the fall season.
With the leaf problem solved neatly and Lou happy as a squirrel with a peanut most of the leaf problem is solved. There are still those little nooks and crannies that need to be raked but all the guys have to do that so none of them are feeling put upon.
Winter is a contest to see which of the guys can get out with their snow blower the soonest. I usually take the children’s snow shovel I bought for a buck at the dollar store and clean the steps. Enough fresh air and exercise to sooth my conscience.
Back to singing Autumn’s praises and my love affair with this season. For one thing it isn’t as hot as summer. I don’t like hot. For another I no longer have to cut the grass. By the time Autumn rolls around whatever fun I had using our new electric, and cordless, lawn mower has disappeared. Now, no lawnmower is good. Grass stalled at certain height is great!
There are some lovely poems written about Autumn.
William Blake, 1757 – 1827
O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stained With the blood of the grape, pass not, but sit Beneath my shady roof; there thou mayst rest, And tune thy jolly voice to my fresh pipe, And all the daughters of the year shall dance! Sing now the lusty song of fruits and flowers. “The narrow bud opens her beauties to The sun, and love runs in her thrilling veins; Blossoms hang round the brows of Morning, and Flourish down the bright cheek of modest Eve, Till clust’ring Summer breaks forth into singing, And feather’d clouds strew flowers round her head. “The spirits of the air live on the smells Of fruit; and Joy, with pinions light, roves round The gardens, or sits singing in the trees.” Thus sang the jolly Autumn as he sat; Then rose, girded himself, and o’er the bleak Hills fled from our sight; but left his golden load.
I like that one. Although some see Autumn a little differently:
Limerick Ode To Autumn
By Madeleine Begun Kane
Feels like autumn — the walking is easy
Cuz it’s cool and it’s dry and it’s breezy.
But what do I spy?
Flying pollen — oh my!
Any minute I’ll surely be sneezy.
All in the eye of the beholder my friends. Or perhaps in the nose.
For those that prefer pastel colors Autumn may be too blatant in it’s rich, bold colors. They may prefer Spring for it’s lovely pastels and it’s promise of a new growing season. I think Spring and I think mud.
To each his own and I must admit that after a cold winter a brisk Spring day in the 40s seems wonderful. All in the contrast of a Wisconsin winter where temperatures descend to minus zero. I don’t pay much attention after it gets below zero because that cold is too darn cold. All the weathermen and women screaming the doom of 30 below don’t impress me. They all behave as if this is the first frigid weather ever experienced. I don’t like weather people acting like Cassandra on television.
Today is supposed to be a wonderful Autumn day. Not as warm as some might like but I will put on a sweater and enjoy all the colors that delight my eyes. I really love Autumn.