The weather is finally getting cooler here in Mississippi. It’s October, the State Fair is in town and the cooler temperatures are welcomed. We lived in Rhode Island and Canada for 12 years. The four seasons were just expected and we surely enjoyed expecting them. Anticipating a season, living in the season, and watching the next one unfold made the passage of time vivid and distinct. Each season was marked with various traditions and activities depending on where one lived.
Autumn, as it deserves to be called in that region of the country was spectacular.
Now we find ourselves back in Mississippi and only see pictures on social media of foliage that is bursting onto each leaf all along the East coast.
Living in the region each year amazed us with the bright trees. I imagine that God took out a brand new box of crayons year after year to color each leaf! Each is the purest, warm color of yellow, orange and red. God needs no filter, living color is unadulterated.
Those years watching the Autumn parade of glorious color was intensely enjoyable. Just being around that exclamation of God’s creation was something we looked forward to. Surely, one could never get used to it! We appreciated it as deep as our souls would allow us. How can anyone look at that vivid brightness of color and not respond in worship? Who else but God could order a tree to produce such a dazzling glow?
Usually it was a storm that ended all this brilliance. Strong winds would blow and in a whisk, the season was gone, swirling to the ground.
Well, now we have to look a little harder, but if you look for it, you can see a few trees coloring in Mississippi. There are of course certain places like the Natchez Trace that have some color all in one place. The ground is covered in crunchy leaves and soft breezes usher in the season.
The spider webs are prolific and whether you appreciate these creatures or not, their intricate designs are perfectly amazing. The color of the skies in October is outstanding. My husband calls it October blue. The light shining through the trees can be a photographers thrill.
The colors, shapes, and textures of the gourds on display at the grocery store capture my attention every year. When I was growing up there were only orange pumpkins, but now, there are white ones. Well, if you can make a pumpkin elegant, that color certainly does it. Then there’s the chilly mornings like this one that cause you stand in front of your closet a little longer to find that vest from last year or a softer shirt to throw on.
Fall in Mississippi has it’s own special beauty.
For me, the Northeast has Autumn. Mississippi has fall.
The transition from the intense summer blaze, to the soft, transitional cooling may not be as dramatic as the Northeast, but Mississippi has its own markers. Football and hot chocolate, that first chilly morning, church fall festivals, flannel shirts and an evening at the fair, or a hike at a state park all mark the season. Maybe you’ve seen some lovely fall colors or you have an activity you do this time of year. Let’s not miss one day. Whether you live in brilliance of color or the crunch of already fallen leaves, it’s fall y’all or maybe it’s Autumn.
L.M. Montgomery said, “I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.”