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I like walking on the beach. It is good for the mind, body, and soul – and refreshing on my feet.
Temperatures here at the beach in winter for snowbirds remind me of home during autumn. The daytime temperatures range from hot to warm to mild to cool to even cold – a time when on most days, it is comfortable to wear shorts and a sweatshirt or jacket by day. However, nightfall usually delivers a bit of a chill. Unlike autumn at home, temperatures here are trending in a positive direction.
Autumn is a time between when the sun crosses the equator delivering equal amounts of day and night to the time of the winter solstice. The decreasing hours of daylight that started in early summer continuously move toward the shortest day of the year while autumn’s temperatures move toward the colder days of winter. On the other hand, autumn in one hemisphere is the counter to spring in the opposite hemisphere.
Autumn is a melancholy time. The joys of summer are waning and the chills of winter are on the approaching horizon. As the mood of the skies slowly changes from blue to gray, our mood also changes from outward to inward. Autumn is a transition time when winter begins awakening from its sleep with a sudden slap in the face to foreshadow what is on the seasonal horizon.
To some, autumn is a period of maturity – life reaching its prime. But to others, autumn is a time of decline – waning – a time of old age.
Autumn is the time for the final ripening of many fruits, grains, and vegetables – all for the final harvest – a time when the freshness of the garden stands on wobbly legs. Oktoberfest and other harvest-related community festivals celebrate the pickings. In North America, the harvest season culminates with Thanksgiving celebrations.
Autumn is a season of corn stalks, hay bales, pumpkins, squash, and nuts – a season when tall ornamental grasses show colorful plumes as they sway in the wind – a time when winds turn the outside colors into flowing auburn hair.
Autumn is a time when the hills are alive with color – the colors of the deciduous leaves inviting people to go on a weekend drive or plan a trip with hopes of seeing nature’s seasonal painting at its peak display. Leaves transition from green to a color palette of reds, oranges, yellows, and golds before turning brown.
Trees dancing in the wind will hasten leaves’ descent to the ground while others hang on as a sign of who they once were. Fallen leaves blanketing the ground and then decaying to enrich the soil for the living world as one of nature’s recycling methods – that’s one process preparing for the rebirth of spring.
Leaves to rake, mulch, compost, or bag are part of the season – and the price homeowners pay for having summer shade. We rake leaves into a large pile for kids to play in. Many of us can close our eyes and imagine the smell of burning leaves.
Squirrels gathering nuts for their winter stock. Migrating birds flying toward a warmer climate with more food. Places with migrating herds of animals. Many plants are preparing for the dormancy of the winter that lies ahead. Animal furs begin to thicken.
Autumn is a time when the sounds of crickets slowly fade into silence, which leads to the final mowing of the lawn – and the sound of brisk winds through the barren trees.
Autumn is a time when we sigh at the passing dreams and joys of summer – a time when we try ignoring the faint drums of winter in the distance. Although the drums slowly become louder, we act surprised or with discontent when they are just around the corner.
Occasionally autumn provides an abnormal extension of warm weather deep into the season. This can happen anywhere in the world, so different cultures have their term for this time. Mine is Indian Summer, although I don’t know its origin.
I once read that autumn is the most reliable of the seasons. I’ve thought about that statement ever since encountering it – and now I can’t dispute it.
Although this seasonal transition is on nature’s time, we notice the trends. Temperatures are slowly dropping as a move toward winter – a sign to me that soon I will hear my wife’s “I hate winter” mantra. It is then I know the time for my return to the beach is near. After all, I like walking on the beach because it is good for the mind, body, and soul – and refreshing on my feet.
See what other bloggers have written about Autumn
- Colors of Autumn (photo gallery by a visitor and collaborator here)
- An Autumn Eve (poem by a visitor here)
- Autumn Shuffle (poem)
- Colors of Autumn (another photo gallery)
- Where to Visit in France this Autumn (essay and photos)
- Lens Artist Colors of Autumn (photos and quotes)
- Impressions of Autumn (essay and photos)
- Autumn Sunday (photos by an occasional visitor here)
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