Fall memories

[ABSTRUSE]

Okay, you can probably tell that Fall is my favorite time of the year.
The colors , the smells and tastes of Fall, not to mention my favorite holiday, Halloween.

Anyone have any fall memories, halloween ones too? Let's hear them.

I love to walk through fallen leaves, the way they sound when you shush through them, how they crunch and smell of earth. Colorful little carcasses reminding us of how beautiful they are when we await them in spring.

The geese flying south in a vee and the robins leaving without saying goodbye, leaving the chickadee's to take over.

The squirrels dutifully gathering their winter harvest.

Apples, crisp and sweet, made into pies, cider,cakes, or just being crunched into,smelling sweet and dripping down your chin, candied or carameled for your pleasure.

Wooly bears in their weather indicating sweaters lumbering along the ground, rolling into a ball when you pick them up.

Time for sweaters and jackets, frosty mornings, the taste of snow off in the future.

I'm in love...with Fall.

 

[cantdog]

It's the smells that permeate the season with memories. We live in our sense of smell more than people think. It is a part of the mammalian heritage, with the limbic brain, the emotional brain, to which it is intimately and multiply linked.

Fall rocks.

 

[DirtyJJ]

I'm in love...with Fall.

Abstruse, I am right there with you. It's my absolute favorite time of the year. I can't get enough of the brightly colored leaves, the cool crisp air, apples, pumpkins.... all of it.

One of my favorite memories is when a friend of mine mentioned how he loves when you are driving in the fall and the leaves blow and swirl all around the front of your car. That makes me smile every time I do it.


JJ

 

[ABSTRUSE]

Re: Re: Fall memories

Abstruse, I am right there with you. It's my absolute favorite time of the year. I can't get enough of the brightly colored leaves, the cool crisp air, apples, pumpkins.... all of it.

One of my favorite memories is when a friend of mine mentioned how he loves when you are driving in the fall and the leaves blow and swirl all around the front of your car. That makes me smile every time I do it.


JJ

Yes, rides on a sunday afternoon to look at the leaves and the mountains. Jumping in a pile of leaves and hayrides, nighttime bonfires with cold beer....love it.

 

[English Lady]

I love Autumn (yup it's Autumn to me in my English-ness)

There is something about going out and walking under a clear blue sky, the cold stinging my cheeks,the air fresh and crisp in my lungs with that earthy smell of fallen leaves in my nostrils. I adore it.


Also my birthday is in October...so yeah Autumn is good for me*L*

 

[cloudy]

Here, the cotton fields are almost done, but a couple of weeks ago, I could drive down one of the local highways, and see fields of white fluff on either side of me, stretching out forever.

The rumble of the corn combine in the field next to the house, all day until way past dark, hurrying to get the corn in before it gets too late, and the first frost hits.

Those things are fall for me.

 

[Goldie Munro]

Its the colours I love - the leaves turning are so beautiful Also the heather on the hills is spectacular in places...

 

[minsue]

Autumn? What is this autumn of which you speak?

- Mindy, desert rat

 

[ABSTRUSE]

Autumn? What is this autumn of which you speak?

- Mindy, desert rat

the one we torment desert rats with, the one with lushness and quiet rainfalls, the one of jumping in leaves without fear of scorpions....that one.
Go spray a tumbleweed orange and put a face on it.

 

[minsue]

the one we torment desert rats with, the one with lushness and quiet rainfalls, the one of jumping in leaves without fear of scorpions....that one.
Go spray a tumbleweed orange and put a face on it.

Gimme a coupla months & I'll mock your frigid ass mercilessly.

 

[Wholemanz]

Autumn

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This is Autumn. She us a really nice girl with super Naturals...

 

[Rumple Foreskin]

Never to be forgotten fall memories:

Early fall is hog-killing time. Hearing them porkers squelling, watching them being cut up, the smells. Such memories.

Then comes cotton-picking time. Poor folks of all ages doing backbreaking stoop labor from sunrise to sunset or 'till their hands start bleeding so bad it messes up the cotton boils, which ever comes first.

As the days get shorter, there are colorful, fragrant leaves to rake and clean out of the gutter while outside bugs start coming inside your house, looking for winter quarters.

And finally, the late fall rains bring the sound of hunters tearing down fences and endangering the livestock as they blaze away at the deadly white tail deer. Each year, these hunters managed to bag enough other hunters to keep their numbers at a high, but semi-tolerable level.

Oh yeah, fall means FOOTBALL

Rumple (realistic) Foreskin

 

[Guest]

nothing like an october sky... huge billowing 'dirty' clouds
fires in the fireplace.. hot cocoa
halloween
sweaters and the smell of decaying leaves... miriad of colors on the trees... looking like rotten broccoli
yep, i like fall

 

[Guest]

I can see the appeal of Autumn (it's Autumn, it tell ya! Autumn, not Fall!!!! ), but I am more of a Spring person myself.

All that new life after the dark depths of Winter. The chicks, the lambs, the fresh shoots and blossom on the trees and flowers. The longer, warmer days, the fresh, clean smells. New life, new hope, new horizons.

Lou - hopeless romantic at heart.

 

[Wicked-N-Erotic]

I too LOVE FALL. I was driving the other day, the sky was a deep autumn grey-blue and the colors of the trees against the backdrop of the sky just seemed to jump out at me. It was breathtaking. I was on a country road where the trees lined both sides, the leaves were falling and blowing in front of me. It was amazing how many different shades of one color there were in the leaves. It made me wish I had brought a camera.

I can't recall one certain fall memory that stands out above all others, however, the season its self is beautiful and always seems to make me feel quite calm.

On second thought I can recall one thing about fall. When I was a teen I would sit in front of a half open window on a windy, biting day. Wrapped in a blanket, my chin rested on the sill feeling the crisp air blowing across my face. I'd sit there for hours smelling the leaves, the sweet smell of pumpkins and whatever mom was cooking up in the kitchen. I'd watch the smaller kids raking leaves into huge piles and jumping into them.

I still find myself, as an adult, wanting to sit in front of a half open window in the fall to breath in the air and marvel at the beauty.

Halloween is my absolute favorite holiday, it is my "Super Bowl". Dressing up, candy corn, carving pumpkins, caramel apples, warm cider, hot cocoa....I love it all. This time of year seems to charge my mind and body with some kind of special electricity. Everything seems exciting, at least "I" can find excitement in most everything.

My husbands' family loves having get-togethers. I've planned a Halloween costume party for next weekend. Everyone is dressing up, including the adults. We'll have games and prizes, a pumpkin decorating contest and a costume contest, loads of seasonal food and a great time. I'm so excited I think I'll burst before it gets here. I'm praying that this week flys by and Saturday drags on for eternity I can't wait!


Wicked

 

[neonlyte]

The beech tree clung to the bank of the river, black gnarled roots woven between rock and soil, it afforded shelter from the shower. Now drops of rain spilled silently onto the beech mast at our feet their sound hidden by the roar of the river that forced its way between moss covered boulders. Spray hung in the air dampening everything except our soaring spirits.

She collected leaves, yellow and red. Bright sharp edged, glowing in the gloom of the spinney. On a boulder by the river she laid the leaves to form two interconnecting hearts then dragged me back to the hotel and our bed.

This is a Autumn memory from just one of the times I fell in love with my wife.

 

[Wicked-N-Erotic]

The beech tree clung to the bank of the river, black gnarled roots woven between rock and soil, it afforded shelter from the shower. Now drops of rain spilled silently onto the beech mast at our feet their sound hidden by the roar of the river that forced its way between moss covered boulders. Spray hung in the air dampening everything except our soaring spirits.

She collected leaves, yellow and red. Bright sharp edged, glowing in the gloom of the spinney. On a boulder by the river she laid the leaves to form two interconnecting hearts then dragged me back to the hotel and our bed.

This is a Autumn memory from just one of the times I fell in love with my wife.

That's beautiful Neon

 

[Virtual_Burlesque]

This year I was supposed to take a Fall Trip, but it all sounded too oxymoronic.











Edited Don't ask.

 

[fogbank]

Autumn? You mean those two days between the plus 20-celcius weather (friday) and the six inches of snow (today)? Most years it seems to last a little longer, but this year it could hardly be called a season. Okay, favorite autumn memories:

The alien lights of combines crossing the fields in staggered rows, each gleaming through the wheat-dust of the one ahead. Driving one of those combines, occasionally chewing wheat straight from the hopper.

Smuggling lemon/honey/whiskey tea into the (Canadian) football game and sitting there huddled beneath a Hudson Bay Company point blanket.

The sky black with crows, hundreds of them gathering every night for a couple weeks prior to their departure; I don't know any other animal that looks as impressive when gathering.

Autumn girls. You can tell right away the women who love fall, their beauty flushed out, rosy in their cheeks, their hair messy from wearing toques. Summer beaches have a certain something when it comes to watching women, but there's a definite appeal to the women who sit in October coffee shops.

 

[shereads]

Okay, you can probably tell that Fall is my favorite time of the year.
The colors , the smells and tastes of Fall, not to mention my favorite holiday, Halloween.

Anyone have any fall memories, halloween ones too? Let's hear them.

I love to walk through fallen leaves, the way they sound when you shush through them, how they crunch and smell of earth. Colorful little carcasses reminding us of how beautiful they are when we await them in spring.

The geese flying south in a vee and the robins leaving without saying goodbye, leaving the chickadee's to take over.

The squirrels dutifully gathering their winter harvest.

Apples, crisp and sweet, made into pies, cider,cakes, or just being crunched into,smelling sweet and dripping down your chin, candied or carameled for your pleasure.

Wooly bears in their weather indicating sweaters lumbering along the ground, rolling into a ball when you pick them up.

Time for sweaters and jackets, frosty mornings, the taste of snow off in the future.

I'm in love...with Fall.

A favorite fall memory: early October on a ranch in Montana. The air smells like pine and coffee and woodsmoke. Black bears - a mother and twin cubs - breakfast on berries beside the front porch until the ranch dogs bark and send them away. Nights and mornings are so cold you can see your breath. A good excuse to find a sofa by the fireplace or the woodstove, and linger over coffee. There's a supply of cats and dogs who are willing to share body heat by draping themselves across our laps. So generous! Coffee tastes better here than anyplace else in my memory. I stay inside until the sun is high enough to chase the chill from the valley. Then I ride. The little mare is dainty and thoroughly polite until she's challenged to race the big boys. Her ears prick up; her body tenses. I can feel her impatience. I let her have her head, my heart pounding because I haven't ridden in years. The mare moves like a small chestnut-red locomotive, running effortlessly despite the uphill slope of the meadow. She's behind the two big geldings at first, but only because I hesitated. When we draw alongside them, she shifts into third and we pass them both. The meadow disappears behind us in a blur. I don't realize I'm laughing until we reach the treeline and I rein her in. My new sunglasses are somewhere in the meadow, lost in tall grass, and I don't care. I'm on the littlest horse and the fastest one, and I'm ridiculously proud and happy. I can see the Yellowstone River in the distance. I'm on top of the world.

 

[ABSTRUSE]

Re: Re: Fall memories

A favorite fall memory: early October on a ranch in Montana. The air smells like pine and coffee and woodsmoke. Black bears - a mother and twin cubs - breakfast on berries beside the front porch until the ranch dogs bark and send them away. Nights and mornings are so cold you can see your breath. A good excuse to find a sofa by the fireplace or the woodstove, and linger over coffee. There's a supply of cats and dogs who are willing to share body heat by draping themselves across our laps. So generous! Coffee tastes better here than anyplace else in my memory. I stay inside until the sun is high enough to chase the chill from the valley. Then I ride. The little mare is dainty and thoroughly polite until she's challenged to race the big boys. Her ears prick up; her body tenses. I can feel her impatience. I let her have her head, my heart pounding because I haven't ridden in years. The mare moves like a small chestnut-red locomotive, running effortlessly despite the uphill slope of the meadow. She's behind the two big geldings at first, but only because I hesitated. When we draw alongside them, she shifts into third and we pass them both. The meadow disappears behind us in a blur. I don't realize I'm laughing until we reach the treeline and I rein her in. My new sunglasses are somewhere in the meadow, lost in tall grass, and I don't care. I'm on the littlest horse and the fastest one, and I'm ridiculously proud and happy. I can see the Yellowstone River in the distance. I'm on top of the world.

That's what I'm talking about....thank you all for sharing!!!