Autumn: I Am In Love
YOU are allowed to call me a sad case or whatever because I just don’t really care. Even though I discovered the colourful autumn leaves only via movies, TV and also pictures in magazines, I have always been fascinated by its vibrant colours since. And am still is fascinated by it. It has been a life-long love affair (in my mind and heart) between me and autumn.
The most frustrating part is I live in tropical country where we have summer all year along. Our forest and trees stay green at all time. Yes we do have monsoon season and dry climate from time to time, with high humidity to boot!
Shamelessly I have to admit that I did try to catch autumn colourful splendours and the cool air a few times including trips to Nijmegen (Holland) and Berlin (Germany). But these trips hardly quenched my thirst of experiencing everything that is autumn.
Autumn, also known as fall in North America, is one of the four temperate seasons. Geographically, autumn marks the transition from summer into winter, in September (Northern Hemisphere) or March (Southern Hemisphere), when the arrival of night becomes noticeably earlier and the temperature cools considerably. One of its main features is the shedding of leaves from deciduous trees.
Something about seeing the pictures of rows of trees with different shades of colorful leaves, did evoke that melancholic feeling inside me. Wishing that I can transport myself there… To be surrounded by nature’s extraordinary gifts… Leisurely stroll under the trees while kicking some fallen leaves around…Sigh…
As the days get cooler and frost is in the air, deciduous trees and shrubs put on an autumn show in all shades of red, yellow, purple, and brown. In many parts of the countries blessed with colourful autumn, I am very sure, those different shades of coulourful leaves play a huge role in tourism.
Someone did say that autumn is known to be the season of melancholy; yet it is a melancholy so soothing, so gentle in its approach, and so prophetic in its influence, that they who have known it feel, as if instinctively, that it is the doing of God.
According to Wikipedia, many cultures feature autumnal harvest festivals, often the most important on their calendars. Still extant echoes of these celebrations are found in the autumn Thanksgiving holiday of the United States and Canada, and the Jewish Sukkot holiday with its roots as a full-moon harvest festival of “tabernacles” (living in outdoor huts around the time of harvest). There are also the many North American Indian festivals tied to harvest of autumnally ripe foods gathered in the wild, the Chinese Mid-Autumn or Moon festival, and many others. The predominant mood of these autumnal celebrations is a gladness for the fruits of the earth mixed with a certain melancholy linked to the imminent arrival of harsh weather.
In the USA, they call it leaf peeping, in Japan, momijigari. It’s when people flock to parts of the country to see leaves change colour in autumn.
Forty years on, and I don’t see any sign of any diminishing interest of this fascination that I have towards autumn… A
It was October again… a glorious October, all red and gold, with mellow mornings when the valleys were filled with delicate mists as if the spirit of autumn had poured them in for the sun to drain — amethyst, pearl, silver, rose, and smoke-blue. The dews were so heavy that the fields glistened like cloth of silver and there were such heaps of rustling leaves in the hollows of many-stemmed woods to run crisply through. ~L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables
There is no season in all the year so beautiful, so radiant with glory, as the early autumn. There is no time when the human soul drinks in so fully the glory and beauty of nature. All objects of beauty are more beautiful while passing away from us. The closing up of a beautiful life—the fading of the holy stars in the dim light of morning—the ending of a quiet summer day and the passing away of the bright summer glory, are all more sweet and lovely as they are lost to us. The death-glow always beautifies anything that wears the trace of beauty ere it goes back to nothingness. We do not understand the secret of this principle, yet we know that it is some law of the infinite mind. ~Northern Advocate