Far from its being a time of calm satisfaction with a harvested crop, fall is actually a source of trepidation for most people. I think it is the sense of returning to work and all of the surprises that come with new people and new challenges. It normally proves to be happily manageable, but the pace certainly pick up and you barely come up for air until the next summer.
So my heart goes out to all those who have come to know the triggers of impending autumn:
- of course, fruit flies
- the odd red leaf on a tree
- wild grapes ripening
- the thrum of cicadas
- school buses on trial runs
and the two worst - ads for school supplies and conversations that begin with “Are you looking forward to getting back to it?”
Frankly, I think it should be illegal to stock, let alone advertise, Hilroy products until September. And it goes without saying that the question rarely sparks joy, as they say. Unless it is an honest question, coming from another in the same boat, a "morituri te salutamus," it is an impertinence and should be ignored with as much dignity as one can muster.
So, for those of you who, in early August, started counting down the days left, I send you both sympathy and empathy. You are allowed to kvetch. Everybody does a certain amount of worrying about change. You will be fine. And this too shall pass. Time really does fly. Think of those tiny black flies whose lifespan is as minute as they are. Now they have a GOOD reason to mutter "carpe diem" as they hover over my ripening fruit. Because I am now about to murder them.