Is there such a thing as the perfect season?
I enjoy each and every one of them for its own reasons, but if I had to pick one, I think that fall would be my preference.
Just this week I drove by numerous farmers harvesting their crops, saw kids practicing football and enjoyed watching thousands of trees put on their finest display of colors.
It is amazing to witness and it passes us by much too quickly.
I know most of us are removed from the time-honored tradition of planting and harvesting, but it still is a major part of our local economy. My uncle still farms so I am fortunate enough to have had the opportunity to take my boys for combine rides; but even if you don’t have that luxury, it still is fascinating to watch the harvest.
Combines patiently march from row-to-row, gobbling up golden ears of corn and magically separating them from their plant protection.
Auger wagons affixed to tractors dump thousands of tons of these kernels into awaiting trucks to transport to places around the world. It is a sight that just screams fall is here.
Just past those farmers was a wide-open practice field lined with dozens of gridiron warriors.
It is another iconic American endeavor that announces the coming of fall with a thunderous voice.
America loves the game, especially when it is played outdoors. Each week small towns from coast-to-coast adjust schedules to work around the high school contest.
I have been so fortunate to spend the last several Friday evenings basking in the glorious autumn air watching kids that I know playing the game.
I love to just sit back, look at my surroundings, and know that all across this land there are millions of Americans sitting outside doing the exact same thing at the same moment.
After passing the high school kids running through possible scenarios for the next Friday’s contest I drove through a peaceful stretch of woods accented by a meandering creek. As I looked down the length of the waterway, I could see the emerging color.
It was as if the inner golds, reds and oranges were trying to burst forth and shed their summer garments for something more exciting and brilliant.
In just a few days time the rivers and streams throughout the county are going to be in their finest and most brilliant colors of the entire year.
Could you imagine being a Native American that lived peacefully along the banks of one of these creeks?
How amazing it would have been to listen to the water course through the rocks and witness the explosion of colors.
Fall also sees droves of hunters dust off old bows, shotguns and .22 rifles. It finds them checking to see if their camo clothes from last season still fit.
In many parts of the Midwest the fall means days off of school for the first day of deer season.
That is a hunting tradition that is rooted deep in our history.
The only downside to the fall season is the ever-diminishing hours of daylight. For many, when they get home it is almost dark. The best hours of the day are spent inside instead of outdoors, where we are meant to be. In the fall, the weekends become even more valuable. We all want to enjoy the gorgeous weather before it turns cold and harsh.
Whatever the reasons, whatever the activities, I’m sure that many of you also agree the fall season is a special season.
There are only so many days of autumn left ahead of us. As tempting as it is to “get some work done” make sure that there a few minutes of your weekend set aside to enjoy Mother Nature’s highlight of the year.