The leaves are still green in New England and there are flowers in the garden. Yet everywhere I see signs of autumn (a/k/a fall). Pumpkins and chrysanthemums at the grocery store, fat new novels at the book store, blogs memorializing the end of summer.
Yesterday I was pruning and wondering what season is most popular--spring or fall. I am ruling out summer and winter (except, perhaps, for skiiers and surfers). I think those months are enjoyed for moments and memories-- a glass of lemonade, walk on the beach, fresh tomatoes, drifting on the lake, girls in their summer dresses (title of a classic story by Irwin Shaw)...the first snow, cozy by the fire, a mug of hot chocolate...
Spring and fall are anticipated for the fullness of the season, for the transition from something strong (winter, summer) to something gentle, yet intense (spring, fall). They are seasons of longing-- think spring fever. And now, fall fever. I look forward to it--I am already storing books, like a squirrel does nuts; filling the fruit bowl with apples, and looking forward to taking my sweaters out of the cedar chest. If pressed, I would say fall is my favorite season.
Picture captions are my fanciful seasonal interpretations.