In Honor of Autumn

Autumn has always been my favorite season of the year and my sentiments about the season echo what Slim Randles has written. Please help me welcome him as my Wednesday’s Guest for today, and have a glass of cider as you read along. Cider seems to go with Autumn, along with crisp apples, so lets have a bit of both.

It begins in early morning, when the early risers among us go out to do the chores. Later on, the day may seem almost summer hot, but early in the morning, we can feel it. We can sense autumn. Our eyes that are so tired from the sun’s burning can look silently around at the slight turning of the leaves, and we’ll know.

It’s coming.

We can feel it.

Calendars be hanged. Autumn does not arrive on a certain day, like a Greyhound bus. The weather guessers among us are quite often fooled. You can’t tell it’s fall by reading the paper. Even this paper. But the senses know. We know.

We can feel it.

It’s coming.

Autumn is a reward for all the work we did in the sun. Autumn is a multi-colored blessing that drops on us whether we’re ready for it or not. Autumn is more than football, more than Sunday dinners inside with relatives. Autumn is a coming together of good things that fall into our lives whether we deserve them or not.

Pretty fall colors in the trees in the meadow across the road from me.

Before the snows come. Before the cold. Before having to scrape the frost from the windshield. That’s when it happens. That’s when we can look at the natural splendor around us and begin to believe that our dreams really will come true. Any day now.

How could you not believe it on a day that’s turning to autumn?

We want to go sit in the woods with a gun or a bow or a fishing rod or a camera, or maybe just a peanut butter sandwich. Because the show is there for us. When the curtain finally does go up on full-fledged fall, it can’t be ignored. No amount of political wrangling or religious argument can stop that tree in your yard from exploding into color. No amount of human hassling or interference can make it come earlier than it should, either.

And realizing that, in itself, may be the greatest gift of all.

What is your favorite season of the year? Please leave a comment and let us know which one and why it is so special to you. 

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Slim’s column today is brought to you by Cedar Ridge Leather Works, fine custom leather for the shooting sports.

Slim Randles writes a nationally syndicated column, “Home Country” that is featured in 380 newspapers across the country. He is also the author of a number of books including  Saddle Up: A Cowboy Guide to Writing. That title, and others, are published by  LPD Press. If you enjoy his columns here on the blog, you might want to check out the book Home Country. It features some of the best of the columns he has shared with us.

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