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Autumn to me here in southwest Missouri is the end of mosquito season!
I live in central Indiana and sure signs of autumn for me are corn, dry, brown and ready to harvest, arrival of pumpkins at stores and farmer's markets and apple orchards coming to life. We don't have as much color as when I was a child because we have way fewer trees due to urban sprawl. However, 2 hours south sits beautiful Brown County which draws artists & people from many states annually for the spectacular color.
Everytime September we bring out our Crystal Gayle albums and listen to them on repeat. Something about autumn and Crystal Gayle music. Then we turn our air conditioner on high and turn our electric fireplace on and make pots of stew and pretend its cold out. Then our electric bill is really high, so we only do that a few weeks.
In the upper Midwest it's the fading perennials and the gathering of starlings.
Hundreds of birds like a massive, living being, swarming from treetop to treetop on a clear fall day; the golden tops of the trees east of my property as the sun sets on the opposite side of my house; the leaves that gather at the bottom of my steps out the back porch and the smell of nature taking back the growth that's been happening for the past 6 months.
Here in Nova Scotia, Canada, you know autumn has arrived when the crickets start to sing every night, when the birds start congregating, when the Gravensteins are ready to eat and when the leaves start turning red, orange and yellow.
We live in southeastern British Columbia in the Columbia River valley between the Rocky Mountains and the Purcell Mountains. So many indicators that our summer is over and fall is in residence. The geese are training the young to fly in formation, the aspen leaves are turning golden, the high peaks are getting a thin covering of snow, winter squash have been brought into the sun room, garlic is drying in the garden shed and, yes, we always have a few black bear in the yard passing through to pick a few missed apples on their way to the river for a drink and possibly catch a couple of fish for supper. The Kokanee Salmon have turned red and started their journey up the streams and creeks that feed the Columbia for their final act of spawning. We start seeing Tundra Swans passing through on their way south and the Cedar Waxwings are stripping the berries off the mountain ash and blackthorn trees. While there is still a lot to do, stacking firewood in the wood sheds, cleaning up the garden, putting away garden furniture, the shorter days force us to slow down and enjoy that book we have been meaning to read all summer. Soon everything will be covered in snow so we are enjoying this last bit of gentle warmth during the day.
That sounds absolutely breath-taking Nola Alt!
I have always been touched by the changing light of seasons. When August comes, it is a joy. The gold and warm tint of light and its sweet melancoly is an inspiration to the photographer and writer I am. It is a time for inner journeys as in the paths of Autumn woods.
...from the beautiful Stoneham area in the province of Quebec..
Fall reminds me its about time to harvest my herb(s)..wink,wink..:>)
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