Facebook these days is
full of young ladies figuratively jumping for joy because pumpkin spice
flavored everything will soon be on the shelves and in cups everywhere. I’m not sure what it is about Autumn and its
decors, flavors, goodies, colors and all that stuff that somehow creeps into us
and makes us feel a kind of relaxed peacefulness that escapes us the rest of
the year, but even though I was never, not for even a fleeting second, a young
girl enthralled with Fall, I admit that even as an old man I’m touched by that
same spirit this time of year when it’s too cool to take the scooter out in the
mornings or evenings without bundling up.
I’ve been savoring my
rides as of late, riding relatively slowly up and down side streets all over
“da valley” and looking for pretty places to photograph. Today on such a ride I’m forced to admit
that my spirit skipped a beat when I discovered this house already getting into
the season that isn’t quite here yet, but will be soon.
And just around the
corner from it, this simple decoration that scored the same kind of reaction in
old Mr. Grumpypants here. Not the sort
of thing I’d admit feeling to most of the people who know my name and for whom
my crusty reputation precedes me, but it’s a feeling that makes me feel inside
like, well, pretty much what I imagine it would feel to be in the body of a
bride to be with her gang of buzzed ladies in waiting at some random winery
with mums and pumpkins decorating the place all over. Not a bad feeling at all!
Although I don’t think of
Halloween as a holiday of any sort because everybody knows that on a real
holiday most people get a day off from work, and in spite of darkening my porch
for the past number of years on October 31st so I don’t have to keep
getting off my lazy ass every time the doorbell rings, there’s something I
admit to enjoying when I see homes and other places festooned with the props
that make it something delightful to many.
I’m
ready for the ambitious folks out there to start painting the town with Autumn
and Halloween. As for me, I’ll be the
guy on the scooter taking pictures of your efforts and secretly enjoying them
as if I were back in grade school with a lifetime of Falls to come and to look
forward to.
2 comments:
I never understand the glee with Autumn. To me it should be called pre-winter. Cold and frost are nothing to be excited about. Thoses lovely leaves have to be raked up. Bah humbug.
I used to feel that way about the Spring a long time ago, Jim. Saw it as the portal to summer's hellish temperatures. Then I fell in love and it all changed. Go figure!
-Joe
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