“If winter is slumber and spring is birth, and summer is life, then autumn rounds out to be reflection. It’s a time of year when the leaves are down and the harvest is in and the perennials are gone. Mother Earth just closed up the drapes on another year and it’s time to reflect on what’s come before.”
~ Mitchell Burgess
When I was listening to the radio this morning, the mid-morning, early-afternoon DJ, announcer or whatever they are called, was making mention of Autumn beginning this Saturday, the 20th. Well, it does not start on that date. It is September 23, the same day as my late father’s birthday was. Then about an hour later she said the same thing again, about the date that Autumn begins.
I was tempted to take a wake over to the radio station, which is just around the corner from where I live, and tell her or someone to tell when the correct date is. I mean, is it too much to take a look at the calendar to see what day the new season begins.
Its just one of those things in life that bugs the shit out of me.
Spring passes and one remembers one’s innocence.
Summer passes and one remembers one’s exuberance.
Autumn passes and one remembers one’s reverence.
Winter passes and one remembers one’s perseverance.
— Yoko Ono
A sign of things to come.
After a morning rain, now it is overcast.
Looking out the window, A pondering Mind sees the various trees, slowly changing color.
I guess it’s goodby to Summer and hello to Autumn, which arrives in the Eastern Time Zone at 4:44 pm.
Where does the time go?