Favorite thing about fall?

[SiobhanClancy]

Poll question: Favorite thing about fall?

[Capn Sunshine]

1. The Ocean is warm , the days are still hot

and the touristas are gone
:)

[Lizz612]

2. the SMELL!!!

It smells all sharp and cool, maybe it synisthesisa, but chilly fall mornings smell sharp and metalic. Apple cider is a close second.

Edit: 200, how did that happen??

[SiobhanClancy]

4. Congratulations!

It just sneaks up on you sometimes!:)

[Lizz612]

27. Congrats to you too!

Getting out of the 700 club must feel good! :P

[WindRavenX]

21. Totally

I love waking up and stepping outside into a cold,crisp air that smells of leaves and apples. It makes stepping inside a warm coffee house all the better :)

[newyawker99]

29. Congrats Lizz612!! 200 posts

:toast:

[KCDem]

34. mmm, I like that, too.

Nothing beats the cool mornings and evenings but warm days. Just everything about fall is great!

[Dookus]

3. the sound and smell

of walking through fallen leaves.

[SiobhanClancy]

6. Yes,I love the general fall ambience thing ,too

Here's a good October poem:

The Vagabond's Song

There is something in the autumn that is native to my blood -
Touch of manner, hint of mood;
And my heart is like a rhyme.
With the yellow and the purple and the crimson keeping time.
The scarlet of the maples can shake me like a cry
Of bugles going by.
And my lonely spirit thrills
To see the frosty asters like smoke upon the hills.
There is something in October sets the gypsy blood astir;
We must rise and follow her,
When from every hill of flame
She calls and calls each vagabond by name.

William Bliss Carmen

I am so corny tonight:)

[On the Road]

11. Here's Another Autumn Poem

Spring and Fall
To a Young Child

Margaret, are you grieving
Over goldengrove unleaving?
Leaves, like the things of man
You with your fresh thoughts care for -- can you?

Ah, as the heart grows older
It will come to such sights colder, by and by,
Nor spare a sigh
Though worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie.
And yet you will weep and know why.

Now, no matter, child, the name
Sorrows springs are the same.
Nor mouth had, no, nor mind confessed
What heart heard of, ghost guessed:

It is the blight man was born for;
It is Margaret you mourn for.

Gerard Manley Hopkins (one of my faves)

[Squeech]

24. October Song

by Robin Williamson

I'll sing you this October song,
Oh, there is no song before it.
The words and tune are none of my own,
for my joys and sorrows bore it.

Beside the sea
The brambly briars in the still of evening,
Birds fly out behind the sun,
and with them I'll leavng.

The fallen leaves that jewel the ground,
They know the art of dying,
And leave with joy their glad gold hearts,
In the scarlet shadows lying.

When hunger calls my footsteps home,
The morning follows after,
I swim the seas within my mind,
And the pine-trees laugh green laughter.

I used to search for happiness,
And I used to follow pleasure,
But I found a door behind my mind,
And that's the greatest treasure.

For rulers like to lay down laws,
And rebels like to break them,
And the poor priests like to walk in chains,
And God likes to forsake them.

I met a man whose name was Time,
And he said, "I must be goin,"
But just how long that was,
I have no way of knowing.

Sometimes I want to murder time,
Sometimes when my heart's aching,
But mostly I just stroll along,
The path that he is taking.

[politicaholic]

5. leather...

it's too hot for the summer, but fall is perfect for it. I have four leather coats that I love equally and unconditionally.

[Robb]

7. The signal

The leaves turning, to me, is the signal to start running the dogs on the dirt rig, getting in shape for the winter dogsled season!

...And I'm taking 'em out for the first run of the season on Sunday!!! :bounce:

[TheZoo]

8. I miss everything!

October is the month that my life turned around - 10/30 is the day that I met Marie.

I'm in Vegas :-( and miss the leaves changing, being able to start seeing my breath, and really feeling like baseball is ending, football is at their middle, and hockey is starting. I'd move back east in a heartbeat but there's nothing for me to do.

No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace,
As I have seen in one autumnal face

Autumn quote by John Donne

[GURUving]

9. Autumn is the time of year

Only chicken littles have to fear
It's not the end of this and all
The sky is never going to fall.


I think it's great.

[-..__...]

10. It's better than winter.

[Angell]

13. A Brisk Walk In

the falling leaves. Big comfy warm sweaters..seeing your breath as you walk towards the house and knowing that there is a huge pot of home made soup and warm bread with butter melting on it waiting on you.

[Ellen Forradalom]

12. Pumpkins!

Pumpkin pie! and more pumpkin pie!!

[HEyHEY]

14. Camping in the fall is the best

No bugs...nice and crisp...the fire is that much more cozy...and no other campers!

[Braden]

15. You forgot to Add ALL!

and College Hockey Season starts. My over thirty Mens league kicks into gear. Golf is more enjoyable.

Days are nice, nights are cool. Harvest meals. So much to love about the fall.

[scarlet_owl]

16. Mulled wine!

Mmmmmm. I can taste it now. Oh, and Halloween too!

[LastDemInIdaho]

17. Other: Snowmobile season soon!!!!

There is no better way to explore miles and miles or barren countryside.

[Shyriath]

18. Cool!

Imploding Republicans. I didn't know they could implode! Do they make a 'slurp' sound when they go?

[youngred]

19. you forgot one

Winter's coming :-)

[jus_the_facts]

33. Yeah Zack....

:hi:

[Nevernose]

20. Temps get BELOW 100 degrees

Walking to my car doesn't give me an instant sunburn. What could be better than that?

[Loyal]

22. Republicans imploding

is pretty cool, and football runs a close 2nd.

[bearfan454]

23. DEER HUNTING !

It's almost time again folks ! Ya !

[SOteric]

25. The riot of colour, the scent of decaying leaves,

the smell of new books, the smell of old books,
fog in the early dawn, the crisp, cold snap to the air,
the ice that forms over pooling water in the streets,
the rain, the alder smoke...the air filled with alder smoke and rain and pine..


The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes,
The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes
Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening,
Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains,
Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys,
Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap,
And seeing that it was a soft October night,
Curled once about the house, and fell asleep.

T.S. Eliot, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock

[LWolf]

26. The quality of the air.

Warm days, crisp nights, and the sky is a particularly intense blue. I get to quit slaving over the yard/garden, and the colors are intense and beautiful. Spiced cider, and the first fire in the fireplace. October is my absolutely favorite month of the year.

Another poem, which I have loved since I read it in high school in 1976:

To Autumn

John Keats

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For Summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells.

Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep,
Drows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers:
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
Steady thy laden head across a brook;
Or by a cyder-press, with patient look,
Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.

Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,--
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,
And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
Among the river sallows, borne aloft
Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft;
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.

[ForrestGump]

28. Depends where I am

Some places don't have seasons, at least not four.

In some places it's nice that it's finally cooling down.

In other places it's the displays of colorful foliage.

In many it's just an indefinable feeling in the air...it's the beginning of the end (or, at least, a hiatus) for a lot of life, but it's also a beginning, of sorts.

And, yeah, it's nice to go to touristed places and not have the tourists about...or to venture out if you happen to live in a place besieged by summer tourists.

[Whitacre D_WI]

30. My favorite thing about the Fall...

...are the mid/late '80s albums they recorded when Brix & MES were still married. She really added a fantastic dimension to that band.

Banana!

[mitchum]

31. death all around me...

and hayrides!

[Martin Eden]

32. backpacking in the Eastern mountains

Last year it was the Adirondacks, and in a few weeks I'm headed for the Smokies and Shining Rock & Joyce Kilmer wildernesses in North Carolina.

The bugs and crowds are gone, the weather is cool, the hardwoods sport their brilliant foliage, and I leave the daily grind behind.

[Bombero1956]

35. not me

Just a reminder of the cold weather to come. I know it's a downer but I prefer warm weather. The older I get the more I detest it. I just know that someday I won't have to drive to work on snow covered roads,scrape ice off the windshield and manhandle the snowthrower around the sidewalk only to have some nitwit plow it over. Ah yes isn't Fall wonderful?