autumn sad?
Image - fall leaves - author: Luchy Polo s watercolor / paper
Some people say that fall is sad, gray, full of melancholy ... I can understand, because often coincides with the return to normal after the holidays, days shorten and the first winds, cold and rain. This may well give rise to those emotions of sadness and melancholy.
However
fall is really the culmination many life cycles with the maturation of many fruit like chestnuts, pumpkins, quinces, sweet potatoes, walnuts, hazelnuts ... I? Many mammals begin their courtship displays, others have their last litters. Wow so sad for the fall, is full of resources ...!
forests are juicy, hydrate and expel a special aroma encourages you to breathe in its smells, to put your hand on the bark full of lichens and mosses in full operation. To fill the retina of yellow, green, orange, red and brown. A step on the padded floor, where the leaves gradually filled with the energy accumulated by the sunlight of spring and summer paying tribute to that soil that receives and which melt slowly, replenishing, nourishing and preparing, to be rich in the spring.
Fall for me is freedom. Freedom of movement , not hot and however many days are warm and sweet. Is the time most kick the field that was caving more outlets, fewer concerns I had (I had finished my fun and exhausting, summer job, already had resources for the winter and tests were still far), when more came with friends. Wetlands are becoming interesting ... and of course ... Cranes come ... These cranes have given us so much satisfaction.
Now autumn brings the rush of all relevant Allariz summer tourists. Paseo de la Alameda and O Acearrica Arnado and along the river is just for me, for my enjoyment, its leaves, its humidity, its colors, stones acquire more depth and contrast.
Whenever this moment arrives, Clement and I looked and laughed out loud, recalling a late summer with a house full of guests, each one of his father and mother, which were difficult relations and how the weather was allied with us and automatically as hosts heavy rains caused the disappearance of even the most recalcitrant of visitors. And we do not know what happened, why our labors did not seem like our guests.
and alone, walking with Ardea, we both wondered what had happened, and suddenly we look around and then we looked and said WE ARE HAPPY! we love the rain fall, wind, put on the boots, the nature, where we live, our home forever to decorate and make it habitable ... Whenever I come this time we remember and we enter the laughter, that happiness and laughter complicity.
them come many autumns ... !
By the way, visitors again ... other years ... different ... otherwise ... they had resolved their problems ... Heh, heh, and returned to be very comfortable among us.
Do you still seem sad? No fall is sad.