Every morning the Crankee Yankee and I sit on our front porch, coffee cups in hand, to watch the birds empty out the bird feeder. These days we always get “calling cards” falling near us; that is, the colored leaves of Fall. While we sit, a yellow leaf falls, then a red one, then orange. Both of us favor Fall over all the other seasons.
Fall in New England is tricky; you may get a blisteringly hot day or so, which is why most of us don’t take out our air conditioners until the end of September. Then we will get a few days of cold rain, then brilliant sunshine and cool breezes. You can tell that all Nature is preparing for the start of cold weather; all the birds, squirrels, chipmunks, raccoons and all are stuffing themselves, preparing for Winter.
We have a lone cricket in the basement, who sings his/her song hour by hour. It’s a pleasant song, and we are grateful for his/her company. Also, in these parts we believe that a cricket in the house is a good thing; sort of a living good luck charm. Now and then one of the cats will try to suss it out, but no one seems to find him/her.
When I lived in Texas, there were only two seasons; hot and hotter. Oh, now and then in the winter we’d get some cold breezes, but it was pretty much two seasons. My New England body and mind knew when Fall was coming up north, and I missed it every year. Once a New Englander, always a New Englander. The older I get, the less I like winter, but that’s part and parcel of living here. You learn to adjust and move on.
In the meantime, we are enjoying these lovely cool and sunny days of Fall. The calling cards are falling each day, and even though it’s a harbinger of the coming winter, right now it’s just fine as is.