Around this time every year when the temperature finally breaks from the low nineties to the high seventies, I begin to believe that summer is (finally!) relenting and allowing autumn to take her place center stage. After all, she is the favorite actor in nature's display of seasonal wonders for most people. So also around this time I begin to diligently search for found objects that I can use in my displays throughout the season, until I've had enough of acorns and muted dryness and am more than ready to usher in the glitz and glamour of Christmas decor in all its glittery glory. God knew we'd only be able to stand four to six weeks of the stunning beauty autumn has to offer and the sadness we'd feel at her faded-out departure. You can't appreciate the beauty without the ugly of winter that follows fall.
But in my quest to do just that (find objects, that is), I've been almost totally unsuccessful in finding some pretty leaves. Collecting leaves in fall is one of my favorite things to do...kind of like collecting seashells on the beach. But as the trees in this part of the country have only begun to tempt us with their slowly changing chameleon-like attire, they are few and far between. I've even ventured a tad farther north to the land of Blue Ridge where I love to go every year, but alas there were none to be found there, either. There are myriad philosophies I've heard over the years as to why leaves change when they do and how vibrant they are from season to season. I've heard it has to do with the amount of rain we've had over the summer: if a lot of rain, the leaves will do this; if not enough rain, the leaves will do that. I've heard that it has everything to do with the length of days or whether or not you've had a frost. Do you want to know what I think? I think they decide to change whenever they're good and ready. And although I'm sure there is a scientific study out there that tells definitively without a doubt why leaves vary so greatly from one year to the next, please don't alert me to it. I prefer to remain in the dark and just let autumn surprise me each year with her finicky fanaticism. I've learned to take whatever she hands out and be grateful for it.
And you know me, in my head when I get to thinking about nature, I always seem to somehow correlate it to the plight of human beings.
We too can be moody and unpredictable, don't you think? Sometimes the very thing that brought us extreme happiness last month might fall short this month. Sometimes we can surprise people when they realize how we've changed over the years (or maybe not changed at all). Sometimes we refuse to change and want to stay that stubborn shade of humbug green that we've been wearing all summer long. But, as we know, change is inevitable in life and, no matter how much you might hate change OR love change, there is only so much one can do to bring it about or stop it from happening. It doesn't matter how hard you try sometimes, how much money you might have, how much you've prepared, or how many good decisions you've tried to make, life has a way of sending change your direction just like nature sends us fall every single year. And with it, we can embrace change or make ourselves miserable stuck in an endless cycle of stubborn rebellion. Kind of like my almost-two-year-old granddaughter when you ask her if she has a poopy, and she repeatedly says no but you can smell if from across the room. She doesn't yet have the insight to realize how much more comfortable she'll be if she'll only let Nana get her cleaned up. Change can totally be our friend.
As we take our final ascent into fall, I hope that you can embrace the changing seasons and the seasons of change you might be experiencing in your personal life. When change is not wanted, it can be really hard. Sometimes, when it's thrust upon us, we feel like we can't breathe. We might feel life may never be the same, and maybe it won't. But most times, if we take these moments in life and allow them to help us slow down and take that breath and wait patiently for the outcome, we'll be able to see exactly where those changes might take us, and even winter has its glories.
As for my foliage search? Sometimes you just have to take matters into your own hands. I will not be taking any trips this season farther north than, well, Georgia, so you gotta do what you gotta do. Over the weekend, while at our local Target shopping center, I noticed that the small sugar maples in the parking lot have finally begun to have tinges of red at the top. Even they are late bloomers because I've seen those trees change as early as August before. I enlisted the hubs as my getaway driver, made sure the coast was clear, plucked a few sprigs off a tree, and took off. Yep, you heard me right; I flat-out stole them! But with the happiness they're bringing me right now on my kitchen window sill, I don't think anyone would deprive me of that little joy. And for the rest of my leaf-changing pleasures this season, I'll just have to wait for Mother Nature to do it in her own time. It might even be Thanksgiving before we see fall's true glory down here in Jawja. Unlike our Pacific Northwest friends who are unashamedly posting glorious images of fall foliage (stop bragging, you guys!), we do things a bit slower here in the south.
Happy fall, y'all!
"Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns."
- George Eliot
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