Buh,,, I’m not done,,,
Saw a few leaves falling.
I know the fall equinox has already passed and we are on the freight train towards solstice, but the winter train is always so much slower than the summer train.
Its not so much the weather that gets me, its the dead and empty feeling the landscape takes on. I get the anxiety ridden feeling that was doled out so well in the opening scenes of “the Book of Eli”.
OK, maybe I exaggerate a touch; there are some rather enjoyable memories with this time of year to quell the anxiety, but the world “going to sleep” always fills me with melancholy. I know heading back north those changes will seem accelerated, and that, well,,,, Yeah, *sigh*,,,,
Back on the road and its gonna be a long-ass day. And back to the millstone tomorrow, ugh!
Hmmmh. My outlook is different. Crisp walks on the land in its changing state. Cutting firewoodwood. Nice warm fires. Cooking no longer makes the house to warm. Cold enough for working without being hot. The snakes all go away. Change of projects and priorities.
Worked construction for 20 years and the fall brought the welcomed slow down and abbreviation to the work week. The duration of that time of life tends to permanently hard wire a positive outlook for fall.
I must admit that the eventual piles of snow, cold, and wind are a dampener, but I try to push that back for now. Sometimes winter is like a headache. The only good part is the joy that comes from it finally going away.
October 4, 2020 at 9:19 am
I think my dread has more to do with the cold, snow, and shortened daylight. Hereabouts, the transition is very quick from the time the leaves start to change to bare tree. Usually in a couple of days.
Spring seems to come in waves and brings flooding and other excitement. The actual winter side is topsy turvy: last year I was kayaking for a week after Christmas in 70°weather. Then it went full on old man winter on us
October 4, 2020 at 6:24 pm