Fall Fell

September 23, 2013

Ethereally, at least, fall has fallen.

Autumn has arrived.

The vernal equinox has visited.

And so on…

Yesterday morning, I glanced at the weather machine and the pre-dawn air was a beautiful 56 degrees.  I took my cup of coffee and stood on the porch in my boxer shorts and t-shirt until I got a chill… yes, a real chill, as opposed to the chills caused by the onset of heat prostration.  The horses were frisking in the pasture.  Iggy was full of energy and wide open to romp and play.  And my heart filled with that fullness that it always gets this time of year… the coming of hunting seasons and cool weather.  I believe a whiff of woodsmoke would have finished me off… my heart would have swelled and burst like a scene in a bad horror flick.

Fall is the time to prepare for death.  It is the harvest time… the end of the verdant field.  Back when I was a kid, the first frost meant hog killing time.  It also meant (at least according to country wisdom) the parasites would be gone from the grey squirrels and rabbits, so we could hunt and eat them without risk.  For most of my youth, we didn’t even start deer hunting until those first, frosty mornings of October or early November. 

Seems like the frost comes later and later these days, especially down here, south of the heart of Texas.  But I think the anticipation is more important than the arrival.  I know it’s coming.  It promised itself to me in the blue-grey light of yesterday morning.


2 Responses to “Fall Fell”

  1. David on September 23rd, 2013 15:55

    I was having a moment like this on Saturday when we had a good, solid rainstorm. It started flushing ducks up from the creeks and geese from the fields around the house. Seeing them fleet across the gray sky got me longing to put on some boots, a warm jacket and head tot he field. But alas, I could not as I had to head to Phoenix where I am working right up till Friday night.

    I fly home Friday and then plan to finish packing and drive up to meet my wife and kids in deer camp just in time for shooting light on opening morning.

    If my heart can stand it that long…

  2. Phillip on September 24th, 2013 05:29

    I think it happens to all of us, David. Something about the fall… there’s got to be some deep, cultural memory in there.