When I went out for my morning walk this morning with Qila and Jenny, it was obvious that fall had begun in earnest in Chicago. There was a distinct nip in the air. My breath was visible in a faint, white mist as I urged the dogs forward on our way. And the first few leaves have begun to drop from the trees, still green but nonetheless ready for the change of seasons.
I got out late this morning so it was brilliantly bright. Usually I walk in the half-light just before dawn.
Now that fall is with us at last I can be more active with my dogs. I hope to write a nice post on hiking with your dogs. This is the season for it. Not as wet as spring and not as sweltering as summer.
I’ve also got a lot of great autumn recipes I’m planning to post. I’ll try to write one up today to submit to the Carnival of the Recipes.
Autumn is also a great time for reflection.
There is a curious paradox
no one can explain.
Who can understand
the secret of the reaping of the grain.
Who understands why spring is born
out of winter’s labouring pain
or why we all must die a bit
before we grow again?from the musical The Fantasticks, book by Tom Jones
Autumn in New York
Why does it seem so inviting?
Autumn in New York
It spells the thrill of first-nighting.Glittering crowds and shimmering clouds
In canyons of steel
They’re making me feel – I’m home.It’s autumn in New York
That brings the promise of new love.
Autumn in New York
Is often mingled with pain.Dreamers with empty hands
They sigh for exotic lands.It’s autumn in New York
It’s good to live it again.Autumn in New York by Vernon Duke
But it’s a long, long while from May to December
And the days grow short when you reach September.
The autumn weather turns the leaves to flame
And I haven’t got the time for the waiting game.Oh, the days dwindle down to a precious few;
September, November.
And these few precious days I’ll spend with you.
These precious days I’ll spend with you.September Song, lyrics by Maxwell Anderson
