Fall Is Coming… Ugh… Wait!!

The Fall Equinox in this part of the world is on September 22. But – smack dab in the middle of Labrador – Fall comes fast!

On Sunday, I woke up and made some breakfast for Isabella and I. I looked outside and the sun was shining through the trees. What a beautiful morning!, I thought. And it was beautiful. And as Amy’s mom awoke and chatted and played with Isabella, I grabbed my morning coffee and stepped out on to the back deck to have a look, take in the morning, and spend a couple minutes making plans for the day in my head.

Before I stepped outside, I was already thinking that I’d love to organize the shed out back. It was a mess. If it wasn’t for the two eternal villians – Money and Time – I’d tear it down and replace it with something not so… falling-down-ish. I still have to finish painting the house foundation, and there are photos that need editing and delivering, and blogs to post, a dog to walk and I should do something with Bella-Button… and as I walked through the door, I thought: My GAWD! It’s FALL!! I can feel it.

I had seen it coming, of course, Fall. I felt it in the wind. The mornings were getting a little chillier, the evenings were getting cold. At the grocery store, you catch pieces of conversation that sound like, “Yes by’. Sure, it’s like Fall ou’der now! Last night was some cold!”

So I’m leaning on the railing of the deck, coffee in hand. I’m looking for signs, visual proof. Dexter is chasing one of our cats out of the yard, the bully, the weeds grass is nice and green, the sun is rising and getting warm – besides a slight chill in the air, nothing unusual. I look towards the shed thinking about what I have to do there, and then I see it! Yellow leaves. Yellow leaves on the trees that tower over the shed. Oh Jesus, one just dropped! And then another!! The leaves are falling, the leaves are falling!

I don’t have a problem with Fall, really. I actually love Fall. If I were surrounded by yellow, orange, red and brown leaves all year round, I wouldn’t mind. It’s beautiful. If I could, I would fly around the world, seeking perpetual Fall. Ya know? And, for me, Fall is special because I actually see September as the start of the year, as I’ve been conditioned to do since I was about 5. It isn’t January, it’s September.

As a kid, you go through the dog days of summer in August, making use of every last second of day light that the summer sun has left to offer, knowing that when early September comes, it’s back to school, being told what to do, home work and curfews, and holding your nose to the grinding stone, so to speak. So while everything around you is dying, at the same time, there is a renewal of sorts that comes with the beginning of the year.

I particularly loved St. John’s in the Fall. It was romantic. When my wife and I lived there, I loved to break out a sweater and a warm coat, maybe even a lite scarf if it was particularly breezy, and hold hands while walking to a coffee shop in the crisp evening air.

The sun is below the horizon, the city lights are on, and we’d walk the streets bundled up and strolling close together, walking through leaves that littered the streets, and maybe kick through a pile that the wind had built up against a curb. Other couples would be doing the same, and there was a great energy present on those evenings. A romantic energy. You get to the coffee shop and peal off your layers under a tungsten glow, sip on a latte or a hot chocolate and share an oat cake (half plane and half chocolate dipped – yum!), and watch through the windows while other couples walked by, holding hands, talking and laughing, their scarves trailing behind them in the wind. Some even wore toques.

We’d then walk back home, fortified against the chill by warm clothes and hot beverages. Before we’d reach the front door of our apartment, our cheeks would be red and we’d have shared more than one kiss or cuddle where we felt the other’s cold nose.

When I think of fall, I also think of the movie “You’ve Got Mail”. I liked when the main characters were email/chatting to each other. Joe Fox (played by Tom Hanks) writes a message to Kathleen Kelly (played by Meg Ryan) and says, “Don’t you love New York in the fall? It makes me want to buy school supplies. I would send you a bouquet of newly-sharpened pencils if I knew your name and address.” Great, isn’t it? Fall reminds me of the smooth feel of a new Hilroy notebook. Not the thicker ones with the wire ringed spine (they were 3 or 5 subject notebooks), but the one with the two staples holding it together. Scriblers some people called them. “Anyone see my scribler!? Where’s my scribler?”

Anyway, I love Fall but it is so intertwined with the oncoming of Winter, that it makes me nervous about the coming cold and snow. But in thinking about it now, I’ve just realized that I’m not really being fair to Fall, am I? I’m letting a future season mess with my ability to enjoy the current season! That’s no way to live!! Heck, I’ve got a lot of good memories of Fall!! Nice memories! Cherished memories! My daughter, Isabella, was born on September 16th!! Sure, that’s close enough to be considered a Fall baby!!

It isn’t Fall I have a problem with! It’s Winter!! The cold hearted whore of all seasons. Well, you won’t get me feeling down this year, Winter! You’re not going to take over my Fall! I’ve got an important birthday party coming up, and I’m going to make some new memories!

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