Once again autumn has come to us. It is sheer gift. There is a moral aspect to it (as you will note below). I am always somewhat somber and sad as fall days unfold. The golden leaves and rich bounty of harvest astounds us anew each year, if you live as I do do in the rich beauty that is Ontario. Or perhaps in a place very much like it.
Spring is my favourite season -- newness, recovery, colour again - and fragrance (though I sneeze with the allergies that blossoms and opening buds bring). I love the summer too and don’t want it to end. Yet, there is a sense in my thinking that autumn fits in as well in the seasons of the year - in between the warmth of summer and the deep cold of winter - come, just as they do in the 'seasons of life.''
“A moral character is attached to autumnal scenes; the leaves falling like our years, the flowers fading like our hours, the clouds fleeting like our illusions, the light diminishing like our intelligence, the sun growing colder like our affections, the rivers becoming frozen like our lives--all bear secret relations to our destinies.” -- Francois-Rene de Chateaubriand, Memories d'Outre-Tombe
“You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintery light. But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen. When the cold rains kept on and killed the spring, it was as though a young person died for no reason.” - Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast
“Fall has always been my favorite season. The time when everything bursts with its last beauty, as if nature had been saving up all year for the grand finale.” - Lauren DeStefano, Wither
“Autumn seemed to arrive suddenly that year. The morning of the first September was crisp and golden as an apple.” ― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows
“I cannot endure to waste anything so precious as autumnal sunshine by staying in the house." [Notebook, Oct. 10, 1842]” Nathaniel Hawthorne
“Autumn carries more gold in its pocket than all the other seasons.” - Jim Bishop
“The magic of autumn has seized the countryside; now that the sun isn't ripening anything it shines for the sake of the golden age; for the sake of Eden; to please the moon for all I know.” - Elizabeth Coastworth, Personal Geography: Almost an Autobiography