Another American Adventure: Autumn 2011, the weather has changed

Saturday, September 17, 2011

Autumn 2011, the weather has changed

I'd say that Fall is here. There are the beginnings of color change, and the last couple of days have been cold - 38 degrees in the morning. John had ice on his windshield. I notice the change in the angle of the sun. Shadows are deep even in the middle of the day. So mysterious. Most everyone is excited about this change in weather, including Jubilee.

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BarbaraSeptember 17, 2011 at 12:05 PM
I have taken to closing the windows now -- not both layers of window because I know there will be Indian summer days ahead. It is sunny during the day and in the 30's F at night. That is perfect for the fall colours, which I have not noticed yet.
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beth cioffolettiSeptember 17, 2011 at 2:46 PM
You have to look for the color change, Barbara, but it is there. I love the cooler weather. And the sky. I know that there will still be some warm days, but it does seem that we've made the turn.
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BarbaraSeptember 17, 2011 at 2:50 PM
When I drove to church this afternoon, I looked at the canopy and there is some hint of yellow and rust. It is there and we have made the turn for sure.
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"In those first days, people said, a squirrel could run the long length of Pennsylvania without ever touching the ground. In those first days, the woods were white oak and chestnut, hickory, maple, sycamore, walnut, wild ash, wild plum, and white pine. The pine grew on the ridgetops where the mountains' lumpy spines stuck up and their skin was thinnest.

"The wilderness was uncanny, unknown. Benjamin Franklin had already invented his stove in Philadelphia by 1753, and Thomas Jefferson was a schoolboy in Virginia; French soldiers had been living in forts along Lake Erie for two generations. But west of the Alleghenies in western Pennsylvania, there was not even a settlement, not even a cabin. No Indians lived there, or even near there.

"Wild grapevines tangled the treetops and shut out the sun. Few songbirds lived in the deep woods. Bright Carolina parakeets - red, green, and yellow - nested in the dark forest. There were ravens then, too. Woodpeckers rattled the big trees' trunks, ruffed grouse whirred their tail feathers in the fall, and every long once in a while a nervous gang of empty-headed turkeys came hustling and kicking through the leaves - but no one heard any of this, no one at all."

Annie Dillard, An American Childhood.