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FALL HOME & GARDEN
Summer’s Transition To Autumn
The fall air ascribes to itself the descriptor crisp. The season is not known for the swelter of summer’s dog days, nor the bite of winter, though it can come close in imitation. Fall starts with the warm reminder of late August while previewing the cold to come with the gentler aspect of weather we associate with crisp, like the first bite of that fall fruit, an apple. The leaves on the trees have just turned from summer green to the fi res of autumnal orange, red and yellow.
By season’s end the fi rst big storm has blown through and the trees’ leafy mantels have been shrugged off for their winter slumber. The honking of geese migrating and the hollow whisper of wind over bare branches replaces the chaotic chirping song of the summer crickets, itself an evolution of the sweet melody of the spring peepers.
The first fires of the season light our hearths and we gather ’round as evenings close in to haunt our cozy homes with ghost stories. We pick apples in the daylight and read by the warm glow of lamps in the evening. Finally, the plumbers come and turn off the outdoor shower and the cold damp of a Cape Cod fall heralds in another seaside winter.
John H. Hough