It hasn’t felt like autumn here. It’s hot and muggy, and the air is not at all crisp. My maple tree’s leaves haven’t reached their full red hue yet. It’s felt like summer 2.0. Not that I’m complaining; I simply don’t want to miss out on the fall we so richly deserve.
Do you say fall or autumn? According to this article, the word fall is an American term. I used to believe “fall” referred to the dropping of leaves from trees. I like the word autumn better. I discussed synesthesia a few weeks ago; whenever I hear the word autumn, I immediately think of a girl with beautiful red hair. Maybe Ella did get it from me.
Every September, I used to decorate my house. I couldn’t wait for the first day of autumn to to get out all of the artificial pumpkins and gourds. I’m not as enthusiastic about it anymore.
I wait for the seasons to change before bringing out the decorations. I don’t see anything wrong with putting up holiday decorations early. Live life to the fullest. I simply take things slower now.
I did, however, buy a few new items this year:
I saw this on TikTok:
When you light the wax candle, the colors at the bottom change. It’s from Michael’s, but when I checked online, they were all out of stock. That’s what I like to call “the TikTok effect.”
I might leave this out all year, and I’m not even a fan of spiders.
When I think about autumns of my youth, I recall having an ear infection trick-or-treating with cotton balls in my ears one year. Haunted hay rides and caramel apples. I can smell burning leaves in a neighbor’s yard and cinnamon sticks and clove cooking on my mother’s stove.
I remember carving the insides of a pumpkin and getting the gooey on my hands. I recall the smell of the blown-out candle that had been lighted inside, and I remember dragging heavy pillow cases full with sweets down our neighborhood streets at the end of the night.
What was your favorite part of autumn growing up?
If anyone is interested, I found a fun list of fall writing prompts here.