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September 1: Happy New Year

Autumn
"Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all"

“Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all”

Forget the Gregorian calendar. For as long as I can remember it’s the first of September that heralds the new year on my calendar. The fall harvest ripening into hearty soups and long-simmering stews, festivals for writing and films with premiers of new novels and movies, dahlias in russet and gold, magazines thick with fashions for the fall season, the ideal time to travel to so many places, sweaters…

September—the exhilaration of the new school year, as a kid and when I was teaching.

My first class

Remember the Bliss Carmen poem we memorized in school?

There is something in the Autumn that is native to my blood
Touch of manner, hint of mood
And my heart is like a rhyme
With the yellow and the purple and the crimson keeping time.

 

The yellow and the purple and the crimson keeping time at the annual Fall fair on Pender Island

 

 

Land of Living Skies—Saskatchewan when the air sharply cools in September

 

 

Our wedding month

 

 

My birthday month, celebrated in Spain last year

 

…hours given over to basking in the glow of an imagined Future

Myra and I with our friend Ruth Ann sandwiched in the middle at Perspectives’ opening party in autumn 1994

 

Summer
Sighs into fall: …
The light can breathe with
Pleasure…

Clare, Lynn, Ward, Magellan and I on Pender Island on a September long weekend

 

No Spring nor Summer Beauty hath such grace
As I have seen in one Autumnal face

On the Island of Shikoku in Japan

 

Autumn harvest dressed in crimson

The Trout Lake Farmers’ Market, where every September I buy a few cases of Milan’s tomatoes from his Stoney Paradise farm

 

Plumping the cob, kernels of sweetness

Our version of Rocky’s Corn

 

Autumn quietly deepens—a bridge to mellow thoughts

Mom and I at Rachel’s wedding in Jasper

 

To soak in the noon sun, and fly
Carefree

Lynn and Clare and I on Pender Island

 

Let the eye enlarge
with all it beholds

Intense and exquisite, a chroma of apricot ambrosia at El Cellar de can Roca

 

September, the new year of travel in our golden jubilado years while “backing into a sunset”

Magellan in Barcelona

 

Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower

Gingko flowers

 

The nostalgia of autumns past

 

 

Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall

Hiking in the Rockies the crisp air sharpening the Alberta sky to its purist blue

 

Happy New Year!

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Bloch, Chana: “hours given over to basking in the glow of an imagined Future”

Camus, Albert. “Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower”

Donne, John. “No Spring nor Summer Beauty hath such grace/As I have seen in one Autumnal face”

Fitzgerald, F. Scott. “Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall”

Horowitz, Stanley. “Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all”

Orr, David.“Summer/Sighs into fall: …/The light can breathe with/Pleasure…” and “To soak in the noon sun, and fly/Carefree”

Pastan, Linda. “Let the eye enlarge/with all it beholds”

Rice, Bruce.“…backing into a sunset”

 

16 replies
  1. Wade
    Wade says:

    There is a Gaelic blessing / good will wish that comes to mind with woodsmoke drifting through the spruce trees in “Lakeland” Saskatchewan, where we are this fall weekend ..It is “Lang may your lum reek” . it translates roughly “may you hearth reek of wood and coal smoke and ashes for a long long time (implying that you should live to a ripe old age).. A warming sentiment on a crisp fall day..

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    • Spice
      Spice says:

      Here’s another quote I love from Tim Kreider in The New York Times in August 29, 2015: “I suspect that the way I feel now, at summer’s end, is about how I’ll feel at the end of my life, assuming I have time and mind enough to reflect: bewildered by how unexpectedly everything turned out, regretful about all the things I didn’t get around to, clutching the handful of friends and funny stories I’ve amassed, and wondering where it all went.”

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  2. Marsha Taylor
    Marsha Taylor says:

    You have changed my feelings toward autumn as I am always sad when summer ends. But loved this quote “Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all”.

    Thanks for the uplift!

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  3. Barry MacLeod
    Barry MacLeod says:

    Awesome pictures and many a memory from the “Way back Machine”

    Fall is indeed upon us, Mother Nature’s palette is exploding into visions only she can provide, a Harvest for the eyes, so to speak.

    “Happy Trails to all”

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