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Goodbye, Autumn

Autumn is the season that speaks to the very depths of my soul more than any of those other three jokers and I feel like it just walked out of my party without even saying goodbye.

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Rude, Autumn.  There we were, wearing mustard-colored cable-knit cardigans and drinking pumpkin spice lattes from Metropolitan Market, skipping hand-in-hand through golden light and fallen leaves.  Then I wake up the Monday after Thanksgiving and suddenly it’s December and you are nowhere to be found.  Not cool.

The other seasons just don’t get me the way you do.  Summer tries her hardest to leave me with a melanoma every year.  Spring is just so darn damp all the time. Winter makes me cover up all my cute sweaters.

Autumn, I miss you.

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You’re purdy.

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You like all the same colors I like.

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Colors like bright hunter orange.

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I’m going to miss our adventures, friend.  You’re truly lovely.

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So now it’s Winter’s turn, and she’s fine, I guess. I mean, she’s no Autumn, but she does have snow, sometimes.  And Christmas is pretty fantastic, with that show-stealing baby Jesus, the twinkling lights, and its very own soundtrack with all those carols.

Go ahead, Autumn, and do whatever it is you do while the rest of us are taking our little spin around the sun.  We’ll see you on the other side.

Visions of Fall

If you were to look in the photo album of my brain under the heading “fall,”  this is what you’d find:

This is the side yard next to the old hotel in Hooper, WA.   It just needs some pumpkins scattered around the tree trunks to look super harvesty. 

Flip through a couple more mental photos and you’d find this:

And this:

Those are both overlooking the Snake River.  Ok, keep flipping, keep flipping….there…Palouse Falls:

Somehow over the years my brain has begun to equate “Fall” with “Eastern Washington.”  Not just Eastern Washington, though, the Palouse region.  And not just the Palouse region, Hooper.  

It’s probably got something to do with this:


And this:

What’s left of the thing that got hunted.

Hunting season kicks off in October and every October several members of my family set up a secondary residence in Hooper, where our cousins live.  I don’t hunt, but I also don’t like to miss out on opportunities for family togetherness.  Or opportunities to see pretty, ranchy things like this:

There is a surprising lack of fence-posts and barbed wire in my daily teaching life.  It’s weird. 

Also missing in my daily life–these guys:

Kirstin came to Hooper with me this year and we tried to make friends with these guys.  We tried our hardest.  There was some small talk involved, we asked about their families, and inquired about their hopes and dreams.  We pulled out all our best material, batted eyelashes…no dice. 

They rallied their buddies and charged us.  See:

We had to run for our lives.  I think it was the eyelash-batting that did us in.  As a redhead I’ve actually got red eyelashes (that I keep carefully concealed under layers of mascara, for everyone’s safety), and it’s possible that all that blinking and batting stirred up some latent-anti-matador instincts.  They couldn’t help it.

Okay, so they didn’t actually charge us, it was a slow saunter.  But still, I know I was intimidated.

Either way, those guys are a permanent part of my visual reference for Fall.  There’s something about the clear crispness of the air over there and the turning leaves against the warm tan of the dry grasses…it really leaves an impression.  Oh, and there’s this one last image:

Big ol’ pile a deer skin.  Yep, that’ll stay with ya.

Happy Autumn!