And don’t the days slip by. Autumn arrived—actual “this is autumn weather” autumn. Five days ahead of the calendar, thus.
I have put a lot of time into the show the past two months; hence the lacuna.
At one point during that time I was thinking of pulling all my blog posts down and starting over with a purely Discworld-themed website—but that’s not what I want. Maybe it would be easier—and maybe not! But it’s definitely not what I want to do. So I really have to start (and keep) making blog posts again.
Summer passed without my noticing. It’s odd how that can happen when you get older. I’m very aware of the arrival of Autumn this year, obviously, but somehow I didn’t notice Summer’s beginning or Her end, nor what came in the middle.
I have to notice Autumn though. He’s been my favorite season since my first year of school. September, especially, has been my favorite. The change of seasons coupled with the beginning of school marked the beginning of my favorite time of year.
I never really talked about the reasons for this preference. Whenever “what’s your favorite season?” has come up in conversation, I’ve promptly said “Autumn” and failed to elaborate, changing the subject as quickly as possible.
Throughout my education, including college and graduate studies, anyone who looked forward to the start of the school year would’ve been considered odd, at best.
Being exceptionally intelligent is a two-edged sword. Ironically, it seemed I was not intelligent enough to learn that after getting the lesson (in various forms) many, many times.
Many of those lessons took place outside the classroom. Still, Autumn is my favorite season. Keats’ “Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness” has stuck with me ever since I encountered the line. That is the autumn that I love. Early Autumn. Early Autumn.