Friday, October 31, 2014
To Walk With Autumn
"There may be other times as good as late October to be out afoot and see the world, but there certainly isn't a better one. To walk with the scuffle of new-fallen leaves, to feel the mild sun and see the Autumn sky, to have the company of busy squirrels in the woods and restless ducks on the river, is to sense the season at first hand. To look at the hills in their true dimensions and see to the end of the valleys whence the frost came creeping down last night is to know a world that has achieved the annual miracle.
Walk the country roads and the open fields now and you are a witness to great events accomplished. The sugar maples stand in deep pools of their own leaf gold. The goldenrod is graceful and gray with ripeness. The milkweed offers a richness of silk and seed to every breeze. The white oaks, still brown and crimson with persistent leaves, have planted tomorrow's groves in their own shade. The jack-in-the-pulpit has summarized its own sermon on immortality in a cluster of lacquer-red berries.
Yesterday is all around you, last Spring's growth and last Summer's maturity and last month's ripeness. But tomorrow is there too, the sprout, the leaf, the blossom, waiting only for another Spring. The ripeness is but a part of the continuity, achievement rather than completion. We think of it as the evening of the year; but after the dusk comes starlight, and dawn, and another day. To walk with Autumn is to be in the presence of forever." Hal Borland Sundial of the Seasons