This week felt like Fall, which triggers an ensuing grief that I have to work at a little bit to overcome. I already anticipate the loss of warm weather, leisurely nights outside on the patio, and tasting the garden’s fruits, among other enjoyments that the colder temperatures will bring to a seasonal end.

But I do have to admit, however brief, that Fall brings some of its own beauty that is hard to rival during any other season. Fall is like Spring, only in the opposite direction. Its radiance is in due to decline instead of blossom. It is a signal of an oncoming Winter death, and Mother Nature pulls out all the stops to flaunt what She is capable of displaying.

Color is one of those seductive features She will unveil to us. I love to watch the way the summer light morphs into a glow as it bounces through leaves of shifting green to red and gold. The sharper grade of blue seen in the sky seems like a whole new mixture on the pallet. Even autumn produce of apples, squash, and pumpkins takes on hues that are more rich and noble.

Fall is nature’s way of taking a little break, of slowing down and preparing to be at rest for a season. Like a well written song, which displays a bridge or section of relief for the ears of the listener, so also Fall tells us that we, too, are due for a change from the unsustainable speed of production and consumption.

Watch for changes in our seasonal menu this month. The cinnamon-laden aroma of apple crisp, of sweet pumpkin muffins and savory squash soup might meet you at our door when you arrive. I still love the comment people make several times a day, “Wow, it sure smells good in here.”

That doesn’t get old.

The frost is on the pumpkin, and the hay is in the barn…

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  • September 7, 2008 at 7:23 pm

    Fall is the best season, hands down. In fact, my only serious complaint about Lincoln (apart from the fact that it generally needs better restaurants, such as Bread & Cup) is that it needs a longer Fall season. Here in CA there are really no seasons…which gets old pretty quickly, no matter how freakishly beautiful the weather is otherwise. Anyway, Fall is a great time for soup…so, for the sake of others, I will one last time put in my vote for the glorious return of the Kernel & Grain.

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