It is almost Fall : LUSENET : TB2K spinoff uncensored : One Thread

It is almost Fall again. The time of year when the leaves turn their wonderful colors, then begin to fall from the trees.

Just wondering what types of things you enjoy about this time of the year.

-- (Sheeple@Greener.Pastures), September 20, 2000


Walking through the autumn trees with my sweetie and our dogs when the air has the first touch of cold. Just cold enough to need a sweater, not cold enough to be really uncomfortable.

Since I live in Atlanta, that moment happens around December!

-- Tarzan the Ape Man (, September 20, 2000.

Oh yes, and Halloween. I love Halloween, always have. I'm not sure why.

-- Tarzan the Ape Man (, September 20, 2000.

The temp gets below 90 degrees again which is nice, but the snowturds are filling up the restaurants and roads. Fall is a mixed blessing. And those pricks at Wal-Mart have Christmas stuff out already! Bastards! I hate that.

-- Uncle Deedah (, September 20, 2000.

Oh yeah,

I'm with you Lord Greystoke.

Halloween rules.

-- Uncle Deedah (, September 20, 2000.

I cant wait for the air to be dry and c-c-c-cold! I can't stand this hot and humid weather -- I cant for the life of me understand how the weatherman can get on and say "it was a beautiful day: Bright sun, 89 degrees and humid" My idea of a beautiful day is cloudy, 50 degrees, and a light rain.

Ahhhhh. Refreshing.

Summer is my least favorite season. I cant wait for it to be over. And fall is perfect. I welcome the signs of its beginning.

-- semper paratus (chilly@burrrr.cold), September 20, 2000.

The harvest.

The fact that historically the harvest was the culmination of all of spring and summer's work, and that families had to store up the harvest to provide through the harshness of winter is intriguing to me.

-- J (Y2J@home.comm), September 20, 2000.

Fall had been tough for me for a long time. I truly am I warm weather person, and a "sun" person-so the coming of the shorter days would set me into a swoon until the next spring.

Then, I became tired of feeling this way, of having the seasonal affective disorder(of course, this is what they like to call it today), and decided to find beauty in the dying of the year. I think that was the start of an atempt to embrace what I say as the "profane"-to find the wonder of God in everything. It took a lot of "faking it until making it" along the way, but I no longer fill up with dread at the beginning of fall.

I will only say this once-I like Halloween also-It is my birthday. Now, could anyone have guessed this from knowing me on this board and in Bok's? Any takers?

-- FutureShock (gray@matter.think), September 20, 2000.

I used to hate Halloween when the kids were young. They demanded fancy outfits to go out trick-or-treating. Had to scramble all day to attend halloween parade at school, put together a quick dinner before the hords knocked at the door and take turn with S.O. to go out with the kids. Then had to put up with them climbing the curtains while OD'ing on candies for weeks. I'm exhausted just remembering it. Now only the door bell ringing at random times and the dogs barking annoy me. But I make it up by annoying the heck out of the kids to do a trick and earn their candies ;)

Only thing I really hate about fall though is that the summer is really over and the dreary wet and cold winter is coming. My only escapes then is to go up further north to ski, or down south to warm up with Deedah, for a couple weeks if I'm lucky.

-- Snowturd (, September 20, 2000.

Fall means it's cold enough to work outside without getting snake bit. Halloween is THE best holiday of the year.

-- helen (b@s.u), September 20, 2000.

Someone once told me that a day contains all four seasons. We are said to have a natural affinity for the time/season we were born into.

Spring -- 3 AM to 9 AM

Summer -- 9 AM to 3 PM

Fall -- 3 PM to 9 PM

Winter -- 9 PM to 3 AM

I was born at 4:10 PM, the fall season. Fall has always been my favorite, it's the season I feel most alive.

-- Debra (, September 20, 2000.

I was born at 11:10 PM, and I can't decide between fall and spring.

-- Tarzan the Ape Man (, September 20, 2000.


I have never seen the year in a day before. I must be a spring.

I do enjoy Fall as well. Something about opening up the windows once again (as can be done in spring) to let the house air out. To rake the leaves, then play in them. Go fishing or camping. Maybe just take a long hike in the woods. There is something for me in the change from the hot winds to cooler weather.

Mainly I try to spend more time outdoors, as I know winter is coming when I dare not "play" outside.

-- (Sheeple@Greener.Pastures), September 20, 2000.

The cypress are heavy this year with seed cones. My little deck by the bayou is littered with the remnants of the husks where the squirrels have eaten the oily insides.

The first wind of autumn has come, and as I sit trying to read, its soft coolness blows my thoughts away as easily as the cherry-scented smoke from my old pipe. A foot-long shad jumps clear of the dark green water and lands with a splash four feet away. In mid-air its side turns to the sun, and becomes hammered silver. Katie the Corgi looks intently at the spot where it landed, and then at me. She cant understand that I dont have the heart to even fish on such a perfect day.

The boat-tailed grackles have been ravaging the feeders all day. Now they sit in the old oaks and give me a raucous concert in appreciation of the black sunflower seeds I had provided. One call always sounds to me like the squeak of an old screen door. It reminds me of endless kid-summers, and I realize that another one has somehow slipped away.

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-- Lon Frank (, September 20, 2000.

Autumn is a beautiful word. One which triggers memories prompted by the senses:

Olfactory - cold, crisp, dry, clean air. The smell of a leather football.

Triggered visually - trees painted by the Master, themselves triggered by the absence of the hormone auxin to cease producing chlorophyll (yes/no/maybe?). The sight of a football spiraling into my hands.

Auditory  the crackle of leaves underfoot. The high school bands battling it out during football games. Metal-tined rakes scraping on sidewalks and driveways, gathering fallen leaves into piles for Sheeple to dive into. ;^) The sound of a helmet to helmet hit.

The taste of hot cocoa, tea, coffee laced with one's favorite antifreeze. Homemade soup and chili, anticipation so all- consuming we burn the roofs of our mouths in our haste to taste. A mouthpiece after drenching it in ice-cold water.

-- Bingo1 (, September 20, 2000.

What's not to enjoy...I LOVE all the seasons where I live and what they bring.

pics borrowed from this site

-- Peg (too@much.spam), September 20, 2000.

The HTML gods hate me lately!

-- Peg (too@much.spam), September 20, 2000.

I love baking cookies for Ward, Wally and the Beav.

-- Mrs. Cleaver (Mrs. Cleaver@LITBBB.xvcom), September 20, 2000.

FutureShock, I accept the challenge. One might have guessed your birthday from that macabre post about your own death.

-- David L (, September 20, 2000.

I just returned from 1 1/2 weeks in the Cascades and the San Juans [it was mostly business, but what the hey]. Returning home reminds me why I moved back here from the west so many years ago. Tonight it will be in the 40's. Warm but brisk. It has rained all day. Not hard but not a mist. Water is dripping from the trees. The biological diversity here is enormous. So many kinds of plants and animals.

I have a pear orchard. While we use a small portion, I grow them mostly for the wildlife. The leaves are turning and the fruit is ripe. When I came home tonight and looked at the pear trees what did I see. About 40 turkeys, one fox and a possum. They were browsing windfall pears and ignoring each other. An interesting combination. The kind of thing that makes Fall special.

Best wishes,,,


-- Z1X4Y7 (, September 20, 2000.

Lon Frank on THIS forum? Funny how such threads bring you out Lon, no matter which forum it is ;)

And Bingo, you managed to make football sound almost poetic, or football fans sound almost intellectual...not sure which...but it was a feat ;)

-- (, September 20, 2000.

It's funny, but when I lived in NYC, all I could say was "I can't wait for Spring and Summer". This makes sense, as I was born at 1:35 PM and am a "Summer".

Now in LV, it's "I can't wait for Autumn". (Yes, but it's STILL 100 degrees here.)

Lon, thanks for that post. You have such a wonderful talent for evoking pure feeling from everything you write. Hope you are well.

smarty, if set to the proper music (turn off the "game noises", football and its fans ARE poetic ;-) (I am a football fan, though not necessarily a fan of some of the "fans".)

-- Patricia (, September 20, 2000.

Trying Peg's pictures again. . .

-- (hmm@hmm.hmm), September 20, 2000.

Fall is definitely the season in southern Ontario: crisp nights, lunch on the deck on Saturdays while the sun is still warm enough, the neighbour burning maple logs in his fireplace.

And the anticipation of that first frost. In the city it can come as late as the end of October, in the burbs it will be any day now.

For you folks in the South, come on up here for the last 2 weeks of September and experience some deliciously coooooooooool weather!

[It doesn't actually feel like Fall right now; the high was 81F today. But the weatherman is predicting low 60s for the weekend. So there's hope.]

-- Johnny Canuck (, September 20, 2000.

David L:

You got it. That was a very scorpion thing of me to do-but even more so, the nature of the post DID speak to a halloween(think Jason) kind of mood.


Since I read your first prose a few months back I have thought-this guy has a real talent-ya need to make time to write a book-do not let the years go by-you have really "got" it-

-- FutureShock (gray@matter.think), September 21, 2000.

Sheeple, the fall is my favorite time of the year -- BY FAR. And it's not just the colors. It's even November, which I think has a character all its own.

My favorite time of all is at peak color. The beautiful colors of October, apples, pumpkins, dried corn, the crisp, clean, cool air, a good cup of coffee or hot chocolate, sitting in the early morning on my front porch or walking in the woods, trips to the apple orchard (we do that every year), touch football...I could go on forever here, but I'd like to express a different angle.

November. Yes -- November. With its very cool air, bare trees, browns and grays, has a character all its own. And I've included a November trip once in a while in my fall trips to Northhern Michigan. There's nothing quite like walking on the beach of Lake Michigan on a windy November morning -- with the whitecaps and even gray skies -- I just get lost in it all -- it has a beauty all its own to me. Sometimes I think of the Edmund Fitzgerald, which sunk in November in Lake Superior. Then I start singing the song to myself.

And here's a wonderful, idyllic place we go almost every fall. The pics are not very good, and don't do it justice, but take a look. No cars are allowed on the island...that's why you see mostly bikes and horse-drawn carriages. If you'd like a wider perspective, rent the film "Somewhere in Time" with Christopher Reeve and Jane Seymour - - it was filmed there.

Mackinac Island

Also, Sheeple, in case you don't click into my birthday thread, I'm so sorry I missed thanking you for your sweet birthday wishes. But please go there for the full text of my apology, and a note to you. And if I seem over-apologetic -- well, I apologize for that, too.:)

-- eve (, September 21, 2000.

Thank you, hmm :)

-- Peg (too@much.spam), September 21, 2000.

Fall color update for the week beginning Wednesday September 13, 2000

Signs of autumn are already evident in Shenandoah National Park. While the calendar says that fall begins September 22nd, many of the park's deer are already in their winter coats. Dark gray fur replaced summer's orange on adults. For the fawns, spotted white summer camouflage is giving way to warmer, gray coats that better blend with winter woods.

Peak fall color is expected between October 5th and 25th. As always, the exact day is impossible to predict. Each person who comes to the park is looking for something a little different. If you like the smaller trees, including dogwood and sumac, plan your trip earlier in the month. If oaks are your favorites, visit later in October. Right now, the berries of dogwood trees and spicebush are bright red. The berries are sought after by birds, some of whom have begun their migrations south.

Cricket and other insect songs are also among the signs of the changing seasons. Chips and chirrs sound in daylight and into the darkness. A few hearty fireflies still glow as the days grow shorter and the nights grow longer.

Treat yourself to more than one fall visit to Shenandoah National Park and its Skyline Drive. The sights, smells and textures are unique to each day.

-- Buddy (, September 21, 2000.

Thanks Sheeple, what a delightful thread.

Hmmm, great pic. It speaks volumes for me. I love the colors, and the lil 'nip' in the air. Going to Amish Country to enjoy the change and to eat the great food and shop.

It means closing the pool and waiting for the snow. And turkey and cornbread dressing. (a lil food obsessed?)

And the warm clothing and fleece.

Which brings me to LEAVES.....oh how i cant stand the damn leaves when they blow from all the houses into MY jard. ( uncle deedah)

No walmart yet, so i dont 'know' IF they have christmas stuff out or not.?

But hey, I dont have to worry about Y2K...LOL.

Great thread Sheeple, thanks.

-- consumer (, September 21, 2000.

FWIW, I live 10 minutes from the north entrance to Skyline Drive (see Buddy's post above). Anyone coming out this way please drop me an e- mail. You can buy me lunch and a pitcher of sangria at the local Mexican joint. The homemade salsa and chips aren't too bad. The music is.

Are you reading this Krit? ;^)

-- Bingo1 (, September 21, 2000.


cornbread dressing. (a lil food obsessed?)

I've never heard of cornbread it stuffing for the turkey? If so, would you like to share the recipe? I'm married to a cornbread consumer..(heh)..and I would probably win 'girl favors' if I did something like that.

Lemme know ;)

-- Peg (too@much.spam), September 21, 2000.


I'm not sumer but cornbread dressing is easy: don't like it but it is easy.

Stuffing is normally made from dried-out bread. Make it from dried-out cornbread and it is cornbread stuffing.

1st: You can buy it in the store. Pep. Farm I think.

2nd: I make my own from jalapeno corn bread that I have dried out. The peppers give a lot of taste and prevent mold growth during the drying. Good with chestnuts and oysters.

Best wishes,,,,


-- Z1X4Y7 (, September 21, 2000.


Thanks for the tips.

The only thing I would leave out is the oysters. I only eat mine raw... on the half shell with cocktail sauce (no lemon)... and a beer chaser.


-- Peg (too@much.spam), September 21, 2000.


Yea, I grew up on the East Coast and learned to eat them that way. Now in the west things are different. Take Washington oysters; put them on the grill and let them cook in their own juices. They have these big thick shells. Sort of nature made steaming cabinets. Very good off of the grill and great in stuffing.

Best wishes,,,,


-- Z1X4Y7 (, September 21, 2000.

"Come little leaves," said the Wind one day,
"Over the hills and we shall play.
Put on your dresses of red and gold,
Summer is gone and the days grow cold."

Soon little leaves heard the winds loud call,
Down they fluttered one and all.
Happy and laughing, they danced and flew,
singing a soft little song they knew.

-- King of Spain (madrid@aol.cum), September 21, 2000.

KOS, forgive me, but I'm curious. Is that original, or is it from a remembered childhood? It's charming.

Once, when I was a kid, I was hurt pretty badly, and had both eyes bandaged for two weeks. My mother would come and sit with me and read or talk or sing. It's funny, but I still remember the exact sound of her voice during that period, when all of a parent's love was distilled and poured into words. Don't underestimate the power of a lullaby.


-- Lon Frank (, September 21, 2000.


From childhood. I'm amazed that I can remember any of it, have not thought about that in many decades.

I think that next to last verse should really be:

"Round and round, they danced and flew,"

-- King of Spain (madrid@aol.cum), September 22, 2000.

From our dog-eared "Random House Book of Poetry for Children" { it would make a lovely gift for anyone's 'inner child'}:

Harvest Home

by Arthur Guiterman

The maples flare among the spruces,

The bursting foxgrape spills its juices,

The gentians lift their sapphire fringes,

On roadways rich with golden tinges,

The waddling woodchucks fill their hampers,

The deer mouse runs, the chipmunk scampers,

The squirrels scurry, never stopping,

For all they hear is the apples dropping

And walnuts plumping fast and faster;

The bee weighs down the purple aster--

Yes, hive your honey, little hummer,

The woods are waving, "Farewell, Summer."

-- flora (***@__._), September 22, 2000.

Predited Peak of the Monarch Migration Table -

There's a page at monarch which tells you the predicted peak migration for a particular latitude. At the bottom of the table there is a link to a Rand McNalley site where you put in a couple of data points & it quickly zaps back a map with degrees of longitude & latitude for a given location. {You don't have to resgister there, though it does say a nice 'please do'}.

Here goes:

-- flora (***@__._), September 23, 2000.

Weaving this thread into the Olympic & Critter themes:

{For Educational Purposes Only - Bwahahaha} srv/aponline/20000923/aponline044208_000.htm

Huge Moths Invade Olympic Stadium By Dennis Passa Associated Press Writer Saturday, Sept. 23, 2000; 4:42 a.m. EDT

SYDNEY, Australia  Begone, bogongs.

Sydney Olympic organizers, working with Australian scientists and wildlife officials, said Saturday they will douse the lights in the 110,000-seat Olympic stadium to try to shoo away unwanted, ugly and unaccredited bird-sized bogong moths.

So from Saturday night, the arena's bright white-and-blue lights will be turned off at midnight.

Hundreds of thousands of the moths were attracted to the stadium's floodlights during Friday night's track and field competition. On Saturday, competitors in the women's 100-meter semifinals could be seen swatting some of the moths moments before the races began.

The moths are on their annual spring migration to the Snowy Mountains on the Victoria-New South Wales border. But they're being attracted to the stadium by the bright lights.

After consultation with the Australian Museum and the National Parks and Wildlife Service, Olympic organizers have decided to keep only enough low-level lighting for cleaning and for work on the stadium surface.

When that work is complete, all the lights will be turned off.

Reducing the lighting will encourage the harmless moths to continue on their migration, says scientist Rob Floyd.

"They fly at night and are drawn to the brightest light on the flight path," Floyd said in a news release Saturday. "We don't really need to worry about them.

Earlier, Games spokesperson Liz Smylie said that organizers are monitoring the moths and could possibly try to kill them. But outside of handing cans of insect spray or fly swatters to spectators, it was unclear how this could be achieved.

In past years, the moths have been responsible for blocking air conditioning systems, clogging elevator shafts and setting off alarms. They invaded Parliament House in Canberra in 1988.

Bogongs were also traditionally a culinary treat for Aborigines. The moths are said to have a nutty taste somewhere between a pecan and a walnut.

) Copyright 2000 The Associated Press

-- flora (***@__._), September 23, 2000.

Hey eve,

We may hafta track down a new recipe:

"Bogongs were also traditionally a culinary treat for Aborigines. The moths are said to have a nutty taste somewhere between a pecan and a walnut."

Sounds like they's be a perfect pairing with some of your wood bread.

{I wonder if Chris Nyerges knows about this.}

-- flora (***@__._), September 23, 2000.

Ok, flora. You know I have to somehow tie all this in with the fall season, or I'm gonna start feelin dem ol' "thread-diversion-pangs-of- guilt" blues.

So here goes my shot at poetry...and an advertisement, to boot...

With fall's browns and reds

Nothing else quite belongs

Like eve's fine wood breads

And flora's Bogongs.

-- eve (, September 25, 2000.

LOL eve! (Did you used to work for Burma Shave, by any chance?)

And I'm sure that flora's bogongs are lovely, but I'm just not going to touch that line, this morning!

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-- Lon Frank (, September 25, 2000.


I'm touched. Wouldn't it be wonderful to have a Fall camping trip? We could sling our cuisine in my dutch ovens over the coals, and tell ghost stories and bad jokes while we waited...


My Bogongs feel especially perky today, thanks to your twisted mind.

A song sparrow came and shared its tune with me this morning. It reminded me of a piece of my favorite naturalist trivia, which I'm sure I bore y'all with each & every Fall. {But in my Old Batdom, I find I'm repeating myself...}

Have you noticed that the birds begin singing some again for a spell come fall? It's because the fellas little gonads swell up a bit this time of year.

And that's the truth!

{Pretty soon here the air will be filled with the "Oh dear me" song of the golden crowned sparrows}.

-- flora (***@__._), September 25, 2000.

Eve must have the "fall blues guilt",
as she feels she must quilt,
something of the season,
with flora's diversion,
or else she'll feel a tilt.

Ignoring the bolongs is a sin,
best eaten, (not on a pin)
as side dish to cats,
wood bread soaking the fats...
oops, I better run, here comes Cin!

-- (, September 25, 2000.

bolongs = bogongs

Hate when that hapens.

-- (, September 25, 2000.


-- flora (***@__._), September 25, 2000.

smarty, thank you for the sweet poem. Hey flora, I guess this means we're officially immortalized. Well...recognized. Mentioned, anyway.

Also, flora, I started packin' my trailer for us even before ya mentioned the trip. And I even got one of those "restrooms" that fits on the back bumper! (Let me know if you want details...this wonderful, timesaving device was discussed on a past thread).

-- eve (, September 25, 2000.

Evenin' Lon,

Glad ya liked it! Nope -- I never worked for Burma Shave, but I really did consider for a moment doing a Burma Shave version -- seriously -- in my car on the way to work! Maybe that's the reason for the Burma Shave-like metre I ended up with. (kinda scary what can be "accomplished" when I'm left on my own in a car for an hour with a bad radio -- eh?). I would have shown some of my thoughts here, but I think I'm already into dangerous territory with the thing (well...the "poem") I did.

-- eve (, September 25, 2000.

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