Another equinox is about to call an end to a summer season and drag it kicking and screaming to the scrap heap of time gone by. Yet, with the passage of the shifting seasons no richer gift does nature bestow. It is at this brief moment when summer’s fast-fading length of daylight will have come into balance with the growing hours of darkness that we will find ourselves entering the magic of a year just now becoming mature.
This is the meaning of autumn, balance and fullness and days unmatched in their cool clarity and pure color. They are special days that mark the peak period and deserve to be celebrated as they restore a refreshingly mild sweetness to the air.
To speak of autumn is to tell of ripening, fruitfulness and filling the land with a summation of nature’s wealth. The season sings a mellow song of sweet grapes and laden fig trees and the buzzing of bee and hungry wasp, of apples blushing red and sweet, of choirs of crickets fiddling their mating songs and swallows gathering in the skies in preparation for their flight to warmer climes.
Another summer is finished, pulses of cooler air wearing gray cloaks of towering storm clouds are even now nipping into the heartlands. As Earth continues its tilt there will be a resulting loss of sunlight averaging about two minutes with each day. The waning light will awaken the migratory instincts of birds and butterflies, fish will seek warmer water and the urge toward hibernation will stir in frogs, turtles, brown bats and alligators. Autumn has arrived.