Pay attention to the roadsides as you're out and about this weekend and thereafter. The early signs of autumn are beginning to appear. One or two of the poison ivy leaves along our roadside have turned red. Sumac leaves are doing the same thing, only more so. Goldenrod flowers are now appearing. This makes me happy not because I don't like summer (I like it when the temperatures stay well below 90℉) but because autumn has been my favorite season for as far back as I can remember, at least back as far as high school.
poison ivy leaves turned red
Photo by J. Harrington
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By the time Labor Day arrives, I've had enough of heat and humidity and bugs and cutting the grass. Autumn leaves are so much more vibrant than summer's verdant monochrome. Daytime high temperatures in the upper 60's and low 70's are near perfect. Fresh crops of local apples and pumpkins brighten kitchens and taste buds. Brook trout, in my opinion the prettiest of our native salmonids, begin to spawn in September. Males become even more handsome as they undergo spawning color changes along their lower bodies. If we're really lucky, kitchens frequently are filled with the aroma of baking berry or apple or pumpkin pies.
sumac leaves changing color
Photo by J. Harrington
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Don't let the impending pleasures of autumn interfere with your enjoyment of the second half of summer. Remember, tomorrow, July 17, is mid-summer in meteorological terms. Astronomically it occurs on August 6. So, for the next three weeks or so we're truly in mid-summer, then the season of summer begins to pale and wane as autumn grows stronger.
[UPDATE: First milkweed seed pods visible on a few local plants.]
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Autumn
By Grace Paley
1What is sometimes called atongue of flameor an arm extended burningis only the longred and orange branch ofa green maplein early September reachinginto the greenest fieldout of the green woods at theedge of which the birch treesappear a little tattered tiredof sustaining delicacyall through the hot summer re-minding everyone (inour family) of a Russiansong a storyby Chekhov or my father2What is sometimes called atongue of flameor an arm extended burningis only the longred and orange branch ofa green maplein early September reachinginto the greenest fieldout of the green woods at theedge of which the birch treesappear a little tattered tiredof sustaining delicacyall through the hot summer re-minding everyone (inour family) of a Russiansong a story byChekhov or my father onhis own lawn standingbeside his own wood inthe United States ofAmerica saying (in Russian)this birch is a lovelytree but among the otherssomehow superficial
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