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24 Oct 00 - 09:32 AM (#326021) Subject: Vermont Fall-thought for the Day 24 Oct From: CamiSu The fall has been astonishing here. The color was intense and lasted for about 3 weeks, and now we are in the wind down stage where there are small patches of color but you can see farther into the woods. The ashes have replaced the maples as the dominant tree and they give the area a warm brown look. Saturday I stood out in the yard listening to the clatter as the light wind blew. I wasn't sure whether the noise was from the branches hitting each other or the leaves rattling against each other and the steel roofs. Then a particularly sharp gust hit the big maple by the stone wall, releasing a cloud of maple seed helicopters. The air was full of these tiny aviators and they rose and fell and whirled around the house and finally fell to earth, littering the ground with enough potential maple trees to reforest the entire county. This morning I was in the barn, feeding the sheep at sunrise. As the sun peeked over the horizon, the hundreds of birds that had taken shelter in the barn for the night came awake and began to plan their days' activities, as well as comment on how nice the accomodations had been, all at the tops of their tiny lungs. I hope you all are having as good a fall. (Or spring for those in Oz-land and points south) These mental pictures help me when things seem bleak. CamiSu |
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24 Oct 00 - 09:48 AM (#326033) Subject: RE: BS: Vermont Fall-thought for the Day 24 Oct From: Liz the Squeak We've been off for a couple of days, half term and some leave to use up.... been looking at the colours of the trees, and Phoebe is proving a genius at describing them. She has been telling me what colours she saw, and to my surprise, she sees more than I do. I recognise the traditional oranges, reds, browns, greens and golds, but she found wine red, blue, pink and silver. I'd never thought of the trees as pink and silver before, but it really was that colour. Yesterday was one of those crisp sunny days that are getting rarers. We spent the afternoon in the park, feeding the squirrels with nuts, we had 7 or 8 actually eating out of our hands, and one tried to climb her leg, as if it were a tree. We saw magpies, crows, and a jay, all in a metropolitan park. Who needs a New England fall, when you can have an Old English autumn, full of magpies, sunshine and golden leaves. LTS |
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24 Oct 00 - 10:33 AM (#326054) Subject: RE: BS: Vermont Fall-thought for the Day 24 Oct From: Midchuck CamiSue speaks truth. 33 Falls here, not counting college, and it still knocks me out when I stop and look at it. Now if only we could persuade the tourists who come up here to see it to pull over and stop to look at it, rather than driving along the highway at 25 miles an hour, not looking where they're going. My last moving violation was in high foliage season. My last reportable accident was in high foliage season. I will probably die in a car accident during high foliage season. I was sort of a wild driver when I was younger, but have got much calmer in the last few years - for about 49 weeks of the year. I spend foliage season in a state of permanent road rage. But is is purty! Peter. |
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24 Oct 00 - 10:56 AM (#326064) Subject: RE: BS: Vermont Fall-thought for the Day 24 Oct From: GUEST,emily b Oh, I'm envious of you up in New England or Old England. I grew up in Massachusetts and really miss the fall. The colors and the crisp air, the pumpkins and the leaves rustling underfoot. I'm now in Houston where the leaves turn only brown. The change of seasons is non-existent. The high today is supposed to be 83. A normal cold winter day is more similar to a cold New England summer day than winter. Hard to think about Halloween and then the holidays when the weather stays like this. CamiSu, thanks for sharing your beautiful fall. It always helps to know there are people living in beautiful areas. Emily |
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24 Oct 00 - 11:19 AM (#326078) Subject: RE: BS: Vermont Fall-thought for the Day 24 Oct From: Jon Freeman I don't know Liz, I would love to see a New England fall and hopefully one day I will do. I am fond of the English Autumn though - it is my favourite season. Jon |
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24 Oct 00 - 11:34 AM (#326087) Subject: RE: BS: Vermont Fall-thought for the Day 24 Oct From: Mrrzy I did love the falls I spent up there in New England... and one of my favorite memories should be a postcard; the sight of a huge, almost spherical, brilliant flame orange maple, reflected in the water when seen from The Rude Bridge That Arched The Flood, where I believe the first shot in the War for Independence was fired, in Lexington. Somebody tell me that tree's still there... |
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24 Oct 00 - 11:53 AM (#326103) Subject: RE: BS: Vermont Fall-thought for the Day 24 Oct From: Llanfair I love the autumn, too, and it's always been one of my dreams to see Vermont in the fall. I love snowy winters, too, but we don't get many of them here. Just as well, because snow ALWAYS catches the British out, we never expect it, and the whole country grinds to a halt when it comes. Right now, I'd just settle for it to stop raining. Cheers, Bron. |
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24 Oct 00 - 03:08 PM (#326246) Subject: RE: BS: Vermont Fall-thought for the Day 24 Oct From: okthen I too, love this season "of mist and mellow fruitfullness" and would love to see vermont in autumn,does it start the same time each year? here in uk it can vary from the end of august to end of october. cheers bill |
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24 Oct 00 - 04:36 PM (#326325) Subject: RE: BS: Vermont Fall-thought for the Day 24 Oct From: AllisonA(Animaterra) Vermont and New Hampshire have their own personalities, but vautumn shows more of the similarities than the differences. Here, too, the "off-peak" season has begun, and the bare bones of swamp maples reach up into the sky. I love this region, and this time of year is one of the reasons. The terrain becomes more rugged, the trees lift imploring branches and the brave birds who stay can be seen better as they huddle against the wind. |
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24 Oct 00 - 04:56 PM (#326340) Subject: RE: BS: Vermont Fall-thought for the Day 24 Oct From: MMario lyrics midi on request |
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24 Oct 00 - 08:46 PM (#326579) Subject: RE: BS: Vermont Fall-thought for the Day 24 Oct From: Hotspur Hey, Emily, I know exactly what you mean. After spending a childhood in upstate New York, I went and lived in New Orleans for two years. Ugh. NO color at all. It was depressing. If you want to experience bliss, find a turned locust tree and sit underneath it on a sunny, breezy day. The wind will bring the leaves down; it's like being showered with gold. |
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26 Oct 00 - 12:21 AM (#327539) Subject: RE: BS: Vermont Fall-thought for the Day 24 Oct From: katlaughing Thanks for the memories of fall in New England. When I was going through yet some more stuff of my mother's, I found a photo album I'd put together for her of our first year in Granville, Massachusetts. We arrived in September, perfect timing for initiation in the Rites of Autumn! Anyway, also in the album were leaves I'd pressed. She had also saved HUGE leaves the kids and I gathered that first year, 1983. I have them in my trunk as they are still in perfect shape between the pieces of waxed paper which I melted together with the iron. even know I just marvel at their size! I love fall in New England. kat |
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26 Oct 00 - 05:24 AM (#327622) Subject: RE: BS: Vermont Fall-thought for the Day 24 Oct From: Micca I have always liked this one too and it seems applicable to the general Autumn threads as well as several others.. The Burning of the leaves By Laurence Binyon Now is the time for the burning of the leaves They go to the fire; the nostrils prick with smoke Wandering slowly into a weeping mist Brittle and blotched, ragged and rotten sheaves! A flame seizes the smouldering ruin and bites On stubborn stalks that crackle as they resist The last hollyhock's fallen tower is dust; All the spices of June are a bitter reek, All the extravagant riches spent and mean All burns! The reddest rose is a ghost; sparks whirl up, to expire in the mist: the wild Fingers of fire are making the corruption clean. Now is the time for stripping the spirit bare, Time for the burning of days ended and done, Idle solace of things that have gone before: Rootless hopes and fruitless desire are there; Let them go to the fire, with never a look behind. The world that was ours is a world that is ours no more. They will come again , the leaf and the flower, to arise From squalor of rottenness into the old splendour, And magical scents to a wandering memory bring; The same glory, to shine upon different eyes. Earth cares for her own ruins, naught for ours Nothing is certain, only the certain spring |
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26 Oct 00 - 01:45 PM (#327888) Subject: RE: BS: Vermont Fall-thought for the Day 24 Oct From: katlaughing Micca, that is beautiful!! |