Most of my harbingers of fall are the result of my five senses working in conjunction with autumn's arrival. Some of my favorites include that musky aroma of the earth and leaves that saturates the evening air, that heavenly smell of woodsmoke from a neighbor's woodstove and the honking of geese as they fly overhead in their V formation in the early morning. I love stooping down and picking up my first red maple leaf that has drifted to the ground in front of me – I just can't help smiling with delight! Every year I look forward to turning the calendar over to September!
Hay bales in the fields, pumpkin and guord stands popping up at the farmstands, Indian corn and dried corn stalk displays and rows of colorful mums. Clear, cool nights and sparkling, crisp blue bird days. Warm cider doughnuts and apple fritters, pumpkin pie with lots of whipped cream. Hayrides to the pumpkin patch.
The full harvest moon, the first hard frost. Arriving in Vermont for my foliage vacation!
With all my senses, I savor this delicious season most of all. My autumnal glow has begun!
Yes! Our glorious season is about to unfold!
Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns. ~George Eliot
Pumpkins of all colors shapes and sizes, mums, the first sign of the maple tree turning in my yard. My favorite fall candles making my house smell so yummy.
Watching the pumpkin patch grow in my backyard and remembering how much fun the grandkids had planting those seeds. The smile on their faces when they see the first pumpkin....oh the precious memories!!
Pumpkin pancakes on a rainy night, my famous pumpkin cookies being requested at the first signs of fall. Football parties with family food and drinks(they all go together)
I think since I grew up on a farm, fall also meant things were starting to slow down a bit as it was getting dark earlier. Dad would come in the house sooner which meant more family time. Funny how things from your childhood stick with you through the years.
I could go on and on.....fall is my absolute favorite time of the year, always will be. And Vermont is my favorite place to be, now if I could just find a cute little cabin to buy...always looking
The harbinger I most relate to was your growing up on a farm, although I didn't actually grow up on one, but close. Such a wonderful experience packed with memories. My Dad was a dairy farmer in his early years in rural Connecticut and he and his Dad delivered raw milk in glass bottles to the neighborhood to those metal tins people put on their front stoop. I have some pics that I will cherish always. When we grew up, the farm was gone but we played in the barn and those "cow" "hay" and "barn" smells lingered. The concrete floors had marks from the cows and the hookups were still embedded in the walls. The barn still had life in it if you can relate, and I loved going in there and imagining what it was like for the cows and my Dad and Grandpa during those days. The cow paths to the fields were still downtrodden. I felt sad that when we moved, it was torn down. But the memories of it all still remains with me. I wish I had that metal tin the bottles used to be put in because I remember it on the side porch! I'm sure it was tossed.
When I go into barns now (and I spent a lot of time in a dairy barn yesterday), the memories come back to me. It is so special! Thanks for your lovely reply! CT