I was recently in the White Mountains of New Hampshire for a week. The leaves were just beginning to display an amazing kaleidoscope of hues. Unusually warm at the time, the temperatures are now returning to those of October. The gardens are withering, the tomato skins are becoming thicker, and canning and freezing are underway. The fields’ corn stalks are going brown, and acres upon acres of vivid orange pumpkins stand out against the fading foliage. Bright crimson sumacs bordering the marshes are perhaps the first signs of the changing season. Though they are still changing color in this area, the tree leaves are beginning to fall. They proceed in phases. The maples stand out the most since they seem to disappear overnight. The most common trees in this region, the oaks, move more slowly. Many people wait for spring and fresh growth instead than losing all of their leaves in the autumn. Really, all I know is that by Thanksgiving, I’ll be covered in leaves up to my knees and grateful to God for leaf blowers. At the moment, corn stalks, pumpkins, orange lights, and scarecrows are gradually being displayed on the homes along the street. The kids from the neighborhood will be purchasing and crafting costumes for trick-or-treating shortly. About a hundred tiny ones will come knocking on my door, so I’m stockpiling candy bars. There are also some larger ones. I find it funny to see babies less than a year old in their parents’ arms as I am fully aware that they will not get any of the benefits. This season is fantastic. It’s a terrific time for walking and trekking since there’s a chill in the air. Even though there was a severe gypsy moth infestation last year, the oak trees produced a large number of acorns. It implies the squirrels will have been equally as busy generating enormous litters of babies with this cornucopia. It might indicate an issue for the next year. The squirrel population will decline once again if the fresh arrivals are not supported by the season. Every year, they come and go. This is the time of year when I begin to think about decorating for Halloween. Though I don’t do it often, I like carving pumpkins. I choose designs from a collection that has been gathered over the years, taking into account both the time necessary to complete the task and the labor involved. A ghost greets the children with a chuckle as it hangs from a tree. The path up to the front entrance is lined with luminaria made out of black silhouettes and white paper bags. The risk of fires in the luminaria and pumpkins has been eliminated with the use of flickering battery-operated lights. Extra little lights and ornaments are taken out of storage. The dog is dressed like a motorbike with a bandana and headgear. My personal costume is a yearly variation from a collection found in the same storage location. a motorcycle mother can wind up being the preferred option if you have a motorbike puppy. I don’t really like roasted pumpkin seeds, so after I remove the guts from the pumpkins, I place everything in a huge shallow roasting pan. This pan is set up on the terrace, just outside the living room window, on a storage box. I get to see a private show of the squirrels approaching to nibble on them from the comfort of my chair. They are kept away from the bird feeders by it. Every time a male puts his foot down on the pan of seeds, he drives the others away. That simply doesn’t seem fair in any way. Thus, this is the moment to push back, increase physical activity, tidy up, celebrate, and tend to the animals and birds. something suitable for every individual. cheers to fall.
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