The sycamore knows what the other trees still only sense. It has already turned, leaves ablaze against the green of its elders. Already, its leaves are scattered on the grass, a fiery mat like a magic circle inside which autumn reigns. Outside this world between the worlds, summer clings on.
The insects know. The last of them are greedy for nectar before the cold season begins. A painted lady, suckling on the remnants of the knapweed. A bee guzzling clover on the last meadow. Wasps at their most clingy hovering over food and drink. The garden spider squats in her impressive orb in my yard. She will die with the coming season leaving a clutch of silk-wrapped eggs to hatch in spring. The last of the swallows still swoops for insects to sustain her on her African odyssey. Mobs of sparrows and starlings, born earlier this year, squabble in hedgerows and on pavements. Yet though spring is long over, the piercing call of baby seagulls wanting to be fed is still a common sound.
The flowers know. Those few still in blossom are starkly bright, like star performers under spotlights. Goldenrod and toadflax are reminders of the sun. The willowherbs offer up a last glimpse of the colour purple. But the plant life is now overgrown and messy. It’s the season of seeds and fruit. The seed heads are dry skeletons and furry tufts – the flowers doing all they can to reproduce before the dying season begins. Berries take on the mantle of colour now, waxy spheres of crimson, black and orange.
The weather knows. Summer is wrestling with autumn for dominion. It’s difficult to know what to wear for the best. Put on something warm and the sun will be blazing by the time you come home. Don’t wear a coat and it will rain. The mornings are chilly and often misty. The wind has howled a taste of what is to come. The days are mostly still bright, but you can feel the change in the dark of early morning.
And I know. I can feel the turn in my soul. I know it when I wake to the dark, cold morning and my body wants to continue sleeping. I know it when I sense the mist in the air. I feel it in the craving to wear woollens and to sit before the fire, even though the sun is shining outside. I feel myself slowing down. My creative cycle for the year is coming to an end. There are fewer new ideas sparking. I don’t have the same urge to fling my work out into the world. Instead, I’m finishing projects where I can before the harvest. My thoughts are turning towards reflection and renewal. Most of all, I’m looking forward to the long, dark dreaming months, during which I can conjure new dreams for the year to come.
The trees in front of our house are becoming autumnal – beautiful crisp orange leaves are falling
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I love it when the trees start to turn, I find it interesting that this one little sycamore in our park is the only one to have turned so far 🙂
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“Summer is wrestling with autumn for dominion.”—I loved that sentence. This entire post is really lovely. Whether we’re ready for it or not, fall is on its way (a season I love, anyway), and your acceptance of it is wonderfully described here.
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Thanks Carrie, it’s my favourite season and much as I might love the other seasons at the time, I always breathe a sigh of relief when autumn is on its way.
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Beautiful words to accompany your lovely photos, Andrea. Summer is still going strong here in the south…I have the mosquito bite welts on my legs to prove it. 🙂
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Thanks Jill. I’m a magnet for insect bites too, but fortunately we don’t have too many biting ones here. I hope they go down soon 🙂
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This post gave me goose bumps, Andrea. Especially the opening – stunning! As usual, I am experiencing the opposite to you. The flowers are blossoming here in Oz, the clouds parting to reveal the violet sky, my mood is lightening as the days grow longer and brighter. Spring is stirring and awakening our senses. – I can’t wait for Summer! Great post x
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Thanks Gemma, I’m ready for autumn now, but we did have a wonderful spring this year, so I hope yours is just as lovely.
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I too love the start of autumn – that freshness in the air, the wisps of fog across the field in the early morning, the droplets of condensation on my windscreen. I’m ready now to don warmer clothing and hunker down for the winter while looking forward to the spring.
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I’m hoping we have a great autumn Jenny – after a drab winter, it was a proper spring and summer this year, so maybe we’ll have the best of all the seasons.
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Feeling it in my soul (and my body) too Andrea, this time of year tells me its here long before the temperature goes down, its always a big transition time for me but the berries and the colours in the hedgerows make it worth it. Great post.
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I think I feel this transition more strongly than any of the others Helen, like you, I can feel it before there are any real visual signs. Hope you have a great season.
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Andrea, this was so very lovely and peaceful. I can imagine Meryl Streep narrating it, like “Wings of Life.”
You’re very attuned to the changing seasons. It comes through clearly in so many of the things you write.
I think your area must be a few weeks ahead of mine. I experience some of the things you describe, but my shift is different. When autumn sets in, it lets me tap into the “world between” and i usually have a creative spur. I hope that happens this year. I’m trying so hard to escape this location.
Love, Light, and mega-hugs!
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PS: This is so beautiful I want to re-blog it to LinkedIn. Hugs!
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Thank you! I’m not on LinkedIn, but feel free…
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Oh and thanks for the Twitter mention!
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Thank you Teagan! Marking the seasons is one of the things I most love about life. Autumn still hasn’t settled yet – it’s bright sunshine today. Hope you have a fabulously creative autumn 🙂
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Beautiful words and photos, Andrea. I think we had our final burst of summer last Friday here in Chicago, a sticky day in the low 90s. Now we’re enjoying a nice stretch of 70s this week. I love September.
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September is my favourite month Gwen – there are just so many things about it I love. Hope you have a great month Gwen 🙂
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Lovely post thank you – I was just thinking about starting to get some warmer clothes out of the spare wardrobe and this gave me some added impetus.
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Thank you! I’ve started to wear a few of my woollens, though I still quite often have to take them off as the day gets warmer 🙂
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Lovely post, Andrea. I’m interested in how you feel the harvesting urge within yourself. Food for thought indeed!
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You mentioned it yourself Jean in your post Happy September the way that September is a month of transition – I feel it as a new start but also as and ending.
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True! But I hadn’t seen it so much in terms of my writings and different projects and I think I probably should have!
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Lovely post, Andrea. Autumn is my favorite season, but it is hard to leave summer behind. The wasps are especially clingy, I noticed, and will follow anyone if they’re smelling like flowers, food, or sunscreen!
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Thanks Kate, autumn is my favourite season too and I’m ready to say goodbye to summer now. Those wasps are terrible now – I don’t mind bees because they have a look and then fly off, but wasps just stay with you!
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Beautiful post, Andrea, I enjoyed your insights and feelings. Early autumn is my favorite time too. Here on the west coast we call it Indian Summer. Still sunny days and blue sky but everything is more gentle and slowing down. A time for reflection as we start to spend more time indoors, moving closer to the hearth. Thanks for sharing those lovely photos.
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Thanks Helga, I like how you phrase that ‘moving closer to the hearth.’
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Even here, in sunny Southern California, the progressively darkening evenings are calling me inward….and make me want soup! Here’s wishing you well during your period of reflection.
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Thanks Laurie, I’m glad you can still feel the change in the seasons even though they may not be as obvious 🙂
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You are so right, despite having a few weeks of summer left, there is a noticeable change in the air. More little – and not so little- spiders. The leaves of the tulip trees are turning brown, some of my plants are turning that end of summer pink and red. Let’s make the most of these beautiful days!
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They is something beautiful about that time in between, isn’t there? Just before autumn is really here, but we still have the warmth of summer.
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Exactly!
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‘Summer is wrestling with autumn for dominion’…what a beautifully written ode to the last gasps of summer this is and how happy that makes me! I feel so cosy reading this post Andrea, ready to put summer to bed now and get ready for this glorious September season. I can’t think of a better place to celebrate it’s beginnings than right here. Just wonderful.
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Thanks Sherri, well you shared some wonderful last gasps of summer, now I’m ready for the autumn to come 🙂
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I like “bees guzzling clover!” Beautiful photos and yes, we take a drink of the last of the summer wine.
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Thanks Cybele, hope you’re enjoying the last of the summer in Scotland and Ireland!
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This is with such a post that I discovered your blog, Andrea. And this one is as beautiful. I love how you connect us to nature, a link that I also acknowledge and respect. Summer, here in Maine where I am for another ten days or so, is slowly giving way to fall. The changes are subtle. Mostly the length of the days and a crispness in the air even when the sun is warm on our shoulders. The leaves haven’t yet changed but people are getting ready for the new season. Pumpkins and apples are replacing the strawberries, biscuits and whipping cream for the strawberry shortcakes. And I am looking forward to putting my summer ideas into a story.
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Thanks Evelyne. I imagine autumn in Maine is lovely (one of those places I have a vision of in my head and would love to actually visit).
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It is still too soon but fall is indeed gorgeous in New England.
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Andrea beautiful words and images too. Today I drove into town and all along the river bank the pink blossoms are out. Green, green grass, black and white cows and pink blossoms. Spring is my favourite time of year and then Autumn. Enjoy the changes, I always do.
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Thanks Kath, yes, you’re at the opposite point of the calendar, enjoy all that fresh energy!
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My favorite time of year! Beautiful pictures; and I love your new look.
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Thanks Tracy, glad you like it!
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Beautiful, my friend. You’ve written poetry. I appreciate the closing paragraph. And I don’t think you’re drying up with the creativity. It shall incubate. =)
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Thanks Diana, yes, coming into the incubating season, my favourite, looking forward to all that dreaming.
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Perfectly summing up this transitional period. Everything senses it. And we know. 🙂 I love fall.
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Thanks Kourtney, I love it too.
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‘a fiery mat like a magic circle inside which autumn reigns. ‘ just beautiful!
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Thank you!
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Andrea, your writing goes straight to my heart. I feel the same about autumn, but I sure can’t express it like you do. And your images speak for themselves. Thank you for these beautiful bitter-sweet moments.
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Thank you Inese.
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Others have already commented on my favorite lines in the post, and there were many. You’ve outdone yourself, Andrea, and your words come from the soul of a poet.
There is something about the changing seasons that resonates within us, and you’ve captured it beautifully.
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Thank you for those lovely comments Marylin, the seasons make it easy to write about them 🙂
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I nominate you for a One Lovely blog award. If you have no time for this, it is OK, no worries. I just want the other bloggers to know about your wonderful blog. Thank you for your great work! 🙂
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Thanks very much Inese, I appreciate you thinking of me 🙂
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This is gorgeous, Andrea, such a lovely investigation into this change of season. Those images are amazing – I especially love the butterfly and the red berries.
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Thanks Gabriela. The butterfly was a serendipitous find, so I was quite pleased to ‘capture’ it.
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Andrea, I love this piece. You do such a beautiful job of following that creative spark you speak of all the way to the end. We’re still in the high 80s but may move into the 70s next week.
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Thanks Sheri, I hope you have a wonderful autumn.
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I really enjoyed this…so much is exactly how I feel.
Scott
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Thank you Scott 🙂
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I love this post Andrea! as usual beautifully written -poetic! I too can feel the turn in my soul – this deep need for gratitude..AND I can feel it in my body. Autumn always takes a toll on me physically – a shedding of sorts 🙂
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Thanks Yolanda. Today you wouldn’t know that the season was turning – hot, blazing sunshine – though the trees on the turn confirm that we really are moving into autumn 🙂
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Sounds like we are experiencing similar weather. Still unseasonably warm and sunny here in Vancouver – which is great of course but I had to HUNT for an ‘autumnal’ tree in the rainforest yesterday as almost everything is still green 😀 I suspect winter will not be kind…
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Well, I don’t want winter to be unkind, but I’m hoping for a little more of a winter than we had here last year – mud, mud, mud.
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When I sit having a cup of tea in bed in the morning, my view through the window is of a wooded slope. All the trees are green, except one — a single, lonely sycamore.
Determined to pretend it’s still summer, I’ve not resorted to knitwear yet, but am instead sneaking a thermal vest on under my shirts morning and evening.
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There are obviously sycamore rebels in every town 🙂 I’m enjoying wearing my woolly ponchos when it’s not too hot – you get that cosy feeling but without being too warm 🙂
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How did i miss this post? No matter, I got to enjoy it now. Wishing you a satisfying Saturday. Hugs!
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Thanks Teagan, have a great weekend 🙂
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Aah, so much soothing and unwinding I find in this post Andrea. Very well written. I too look forward to go inward and I wonder how long it’s going to take me while outside it still looks and feels like summer
No warm socks and raincoats needed here..for now 🙂
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Thanks Karin, welcome back! It will be very different for you this year, but I’m sure you’ll find your way of connecting with the place and the seasons, even if they’re not as obvious. Look forward to hearing about it 🙂
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