It’s official: my favorite season is now autumn. It used to be a close tie between spring and autumn, but after experiencing long, hot, dry summers in California, I get giddy just thinking about cool breezes and (gasp!) clouds with rain.
As a side note, I insist on saying “autumn” instead of “fall” for two no-good-very-lame-reasons:
1) I wish I was English, and I do THE WORST fake English accent, and therefore my only hope in sounding more dignified is to use old English for certain words, like “the lou,” “holiday,” and “rubbish.” Don't you agree those words sound better than bathroom, vacation, and trash? :)
2) Autumn brings back kazillions of wonderfully nostalgic times, such as romping through crunchy leaves (which I will never stop doing), and indulging in warm, hearty soups and hot apple cider. Saying “fall” just doesn’t do these memories justice.
Anywhoo, autumn has a way of stirring thankfulness deep in my soul. If I were a poet, I would write a sonnet; if I were a musician, I would compose a beautiful song. For now, I’ll borrow someone else’s short poem and just absorb God’s goodness.
Pumpkins in the cornfields
As a side note, I insist on saying “autumn” instead of “fall” for two no-good-very-lame-reasons:
1) I wish I was English, and I do THE WORST fake English accent, and therefore my only hope in sounding more dignified is to use old English for certain words, like “the lou,” “holiday,” and “rubbish.” Don't you agree those words sound better than bathroom, vacation, and trash? :)
2) Autumn brings back kazillions of wonderfully nostalgic times, such as romping through crunchy leaves (which I will never stop doing), and indulging in warm, hearty soups and hot apple cider. Saying “fall” just doesn’t do these memories justice.
Anywhoo, autumn has a way of stirring thankfulness deep in my soul. If I were a poet, I would write a sonnet; if I were a musician, I would compose a beautiful song. For now, I’ll borrow someone else’s short poem and just absorb God’s goodness.
Pumpkins in the cornfields
Gold among the brown
Leaves of rust and scarlet
Trembling slowly down
Birds that travel southward
Lovely time to play
Nothing is as pleasant
As an autumn day!
3 comments:
beautiful! i wholeheartedly agree with the whole autumn thing. And oh how I wish there were autumn carols.
I was just gonna say that you have a kindred spirit in doodah when it comes to loving the beauty of autumn the best. I love being able to distinguish between the beginning chill of autumn vs. the crisp coolness of spring. That about ends it for me. I'm a summer gal! But I do love the colors of autumn...
ah yes, autumn has a much better ring to it. we'll have to have plenty of hot apple cider this autumn at small group!
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