I go through phases. Sometimes I call it Fall. And other times Autumn. I really love the word Autumn, but Fall comes so much more easily. Autumn is one of those words to me. When I say it, it feels a bit presumptuous, like when someone is trying to seem smarter than they really are. I find that I am not brave enough to use it all of the time, even though I love it so much. And then I think how weird it is that I think you have be brave to use a word. Or that I love a word. But there it is. And whether I call it Fall or Autumn, I love this season so much.
I love the changing colors of the leaves, the gradual merging of green to yellow to orange to red. How the colors make the trees glow in the sun. The leaves laying on piles at the base of the trees, occasionally floating up and around you in a small wind or with the passing of a car. Or as we discovered last year, being fiercely swept away by the howling Snoqualmie gusts, nothing small about it. Vu recently discovered that my type of person has a name. Leaf Peeper. And the lucky souls that have fulfilled their own life long ambition of enjoying New England in the fall contribute to 3 billion dollars in tourist revenue annually. Hopefully soon I will be among the contributor’s. It’s on the bucket list. The list that only seems to grown, and never diminish, despite the items that get check marked.
I love sitting on the couch with a book and a blanket, listening to the sound of the rain falling. And now enjoying the fireplace as well.
I love hearing the crunching of leaves under my feet. Although I don’t get that much anymore, thanks to my beautiful rain. I was able to enjoy it this Fall though, and for 3 days I was happy that it wasn’t raining.
Becky Jael 