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Sunday, November 9, 2008

Who Flung Fall?

It's 4 a.m. and I have been tossing and turning in bed for over an hour. My thoughts have kept returning to the idea of how much I used to enjoy the sounds and sights of fall. Then it occurred to me... why used to? It seems somehow these pleasant aspects of fall have been flung out of our lives.

Consider that today in our effort to keep our landscape and environment prim and proper we hastily gather the evidence of changing seasons and cart it away. We listen to the roar of lawnmowers, whine of leaf blowers, the crunch of mulchers, and hungry sucking of vacuum trucks all leaving us with a pristine patch of green turf. The only odor we are left with is the stench of gasoline engines.

The things that my fondest memories are made of include the scrape of leaf rakes, the crinkle of leaves, and the giggles of children as they gleefully fling themselves into those pile of leaves they were told not to scatter. And the smells... is there any more memorable than that of burning leaves? Perhaps that of the wet leaves carpeting our flowerbeds and pathways, or that of cooking over a campfire (pass the somemores).

During our years in Japan we would often smell the charcoal fires as people cooked their delicacies. While we were there our home was warmed to a tolerable temperature by a space heater. To humidify the house we would keep a pot of water on top of it in which we would often cook up some pumpkin.

The Japanese people know how to enjoy the outdoors. There is a national park located not far from where we were stationed in northern Honshu. Lake Towadai, a volcanic mountain with twin craters which now form a beautiful lake (similar to our own Crater Lake in Oregon) is the central feature of Towadai-Hachimantai National Park. The road running up and down the mountain follows the bed of a flowing stream on it's way to the sea. In the fall this drive is a stunning sight. Yes for the outstanding fall colors everyplace you look. But also because of the throngs of people, families of all ages and abilities, hiking their way up the gorge to the top just to be out admiring and enjoying the beauty of the season.

1 comment:

Unknown said...

I agree, Dad! Take some time to enjoy it!
And thanks for the memories you shared.