Festival of Fall--I know it should be "Fall Festival"Just the other day, I was reflecting on the days of my childhood. I remember I loved the change of seasons and the thought that it happened over and over. It was that simple! I loved the seasons and never took into consideration the extensive complications that each season seemed to have attached to it.
Today, I still love the beauty and change that Fall brings; however, I see more of the celebrating and festival spirit rather than just the natural spirit of the season.
What I am talking about is the commercial atmosphere that seems to be so extensively prevalent in our society today. It seems that every weekend there is an overabundance of "things to do". Festivals seem to be everywhere in the Fall, and most of these festivals feature multitudes of vendors who vend little that deals with the real spirit of fall.
Don't get me wrong, I love festivals and dinners. However, I just think that we too often miss the importance of the simple pleasures of life. So, this weekend will be a no festival weekend for me. I am going to avoid the commercialism and replace it with a long bike ride on the Katy Trail and a few hours of leaf raking. Fall only lasts so long, so I am going to enjoy a little taste of the simple pleasures of Fall while I can.
Fabulous Fall colors--WOW!
By Edna St. Vincent Millay
O World, I cannot hold thee close enough!
Thy winds, thy wide gray skies!
Thy mists, that roll and rise!
Thy woods, this autumn day, that ache and sag
And all but cry with color! That gaunt crag
To crush! To lift the lean of the black bluff!
World, World, I cannot get thee close enough!
Long have I known a glory in it all,
But never knew I this:
Here such a passion is
As stretcheth me apart--Lord, I do fear
Thou'st made the world too beautiful this year;
My soul is all but out of me--let fall
No burning leaf; prithee, let no bird call.