“Autumn is marching on: even the scarecrows are wearing dead leaves.”

Today is cold. It was 45˚ when I woke up, but I didn’t need to see the thermometer to know how cold it was. Fern and Gracie, my weather indicators, were snuggled beside me. None of us wanted to leave the warm bed.

I just heard one of the sounds of summer, my lawn being mowed. I went outside afterwards to water some mums and could only faintly smell the cut grass. Summer is fading away quickly. The sun shines sharper and much cooler. We’re thankful now for fall flowers and days in the low 60’s. They’re the warm days.

The cape is never a riot of color in the autumn. The scrub oak turn red. I have several in my yard, and the red has begun to appear. One tree in my yard turns yellow, but only a few of the leaves have turned. It is not peak season in my yard as yet.

When I was young, the gutters along the sides of the streets were filled with leaves. The leaves were piled so high they covered the edges of the sidewalks. We used to love to walk to school in the gutters kicking up leaves as we walked. They’d whirl in the breeze and scatter into the street. Sometimes we’d pick up a pile of leaves and throw them at each other. We’d try to be the quickest at tossing them, but it always seemed a tie. Leaves got stuck in our hair, but we didn’t care. We’d always end up laughing for the fun of it.

On the way home we’d stop whenever we saw the perfect leaf. Usually it was bright red or yellow. We’d pick it up and carry it carefully by the stem or put it inside a book. At home, we’d quickly get into our play clothes. My mother would bring out the iron and put it on a low setting. We’d take wax paper and our leaves and carefully sandwich the leaves between two pieces of the wax paper then we’d iron over them, the leaves and the paper. The wax would preserve the leaves, and they became our permanent reminders of the bright colors of fall. In the winter, when everything was stark and cold, those leaves reminded us of warmer days, of the beauty of the season and the fun of throwing leaves at each other.

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13 Comments on ““Autumn is marching on: even the scarecrows are wearing dead leaves.””

  1. Hedley Says:

    I drifted out early, pulled the annuals, emptied the pots cut down some of the perennials and filled four bags and then the rain came. The Prince’s game got cancelled and he is here enjoying an iPad.

    It’s the Yankees and it looks like Thursday at the stadium for me. Can’t see biking with Big Rick, chapel tonight. We have beautiful colors in Michigan, in full shade up north, a couple more weeks here

    • My Dear Hedley,
      I haven’t yet cleared the yard though the desk is closed down for the season. Most of my garden is filled with perennials so they have to be trimmed down and the pine needles have to be raked but that will wait until most of them fall.

      The damn Yankees!

      North of us, New Hampshire, is at peak this weekend.

  2. Bob Says:

    Here when our gutters get full of leaves it means you have to climb up a ladder and clean them out so that the rain will run down your drain pipes instead of pouring out of the gutters and ruining your foundation. We don’t get the change in color until Thanksgiving, the US not the Canadian version.

    It looks like the Yankees are playing the kind of baseball that will probably bring the big apple yet another World Championship. I am really a National League fan who always roots against the AL champion except the last two years when the Rangers won the AL title. My first team was the Brooklyn Dodgers and later the NY Mets. The Dodgers only won one championship in Brookly in 1955 aginst the hated Yankees. I hate the designated hitter rule because it fundamentally changes the game. I also dislike shoot outs in hockey. If a game ends in a tie, just keep playing sudden death periods until there is a winner. Of course the TV networks control the timing of the game and a tie is like kissing your sister. That’s why baseball is only broadcast nationally on Saturday afternoons.

    • Bob,
      The gutters were along the side of the road. The house gutters have those wires so very little stays there to clog.

      Canadian Thanksgiving has already gone by. We had a turkey dinner to commemorate the occasion.

      I hate to agree with you about the Yankees, but I think you’re right. I have always been an American League fan as that is the only baseball I see. It has been the Red Sox since I was a little kid. I like the designated hitter precisely because it has changed the game.

      I watch baseball on Fox, MLB network and ESPN on other than Saturday afternoons.

      • Bob Says:

        Since I receive my TV over the air through an antenna, I don’t get to see baseball on those other channels. I think the Yankees are successful because they spend more money than any other team. The golden rule applies in baseball just like everywhere else. The real golden rule is, “He who has the gold, rules”.

  3. olof1 Says:

    My dogs and I have been to work today, they slept while I was working 🙂 But the morning was rather nice even if there was a slight drizzle.

    We had a teacher that took the fun out of fallen leafs. Every friday through the entire autumn she took us to a big park nearby to collect leafs and then we had to draw them and write something about them. That’s only fun when one isn’t forced to do it 🙂 🙂 🙂

    It wouldn’t be an especially colorful autumn here if it wasn’t for all the maples and cherry trees. I especially like the cherry trees, their leafs get a sort of pinkish yellow-red color. I have a few really colorful bushes in my garden but I must get more.

    Have a great day!

  4. Caryn Says:

    Hi Kat,
    I remember doing the wax paper thing with leaves as well. I don’t remember what we did with them afterwards. Probably hung them up somewhere.
    I miss the smell of burning leaves. It was the quintessential autumn smell. Perhaps I will make a tiny pile of leaves in the back yard and set them alight just for old time’s sake.
    Enjoy the day.

    • Hi Caryn,
      I usually saved mine in a book to keep it from wrinkling. I remember being really surprised when I’d open a book and find an old one.

      I agree about the smell of burning leaves. I’d stand near the pile my father had gathered and lit and the smell would fill my nostrils and cling to my clothes. I loved it.

  5. jash509 Says:

    Your post strikes a sweet chord for me, as do the comments about burning leaves. My Dad also raked up leaves and debris from our large vegetable garden, then, usually on a brilliant Saturday afternoon in October, lit the pile and watched it burn while leaning on his rake. He died over 30 years ago, but even to this day, when I catch the fragrance of burning leaves, he’s somehow with me again.

    • katry Says:

      You have also perfectly described my dad on a Saturday in the early afternoon. I can still see him wearing his maroon wool jacket, the one he always wore on cool fall afternoons. He too used to rest on his rake as he watched the leaves burn. I’d stand beside him, watch the fire and smell the air. It’s a joyful memory.

  6. Hedley Says:

    Katmah…Hope you watched 🙂

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