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Heigh-Ho, THe Wind And The Rain [Sep. 14th, 2004|09:01 am]
Tony Grist
I used to get very maudlin about the end of summer. I guess I was experiencing it as a metaphor for the passing of youth, because now that I'm inescapably middle-aged I don't give a damn. Bring on Autumn! Right now it's raining and blowing hard and I'm just as happy to see it as I would be if the skies were blue.
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[User Picture]From: jackiejj
2004-09-14 04:44 am (UTC)
now that I'm inescapably middle-aged I don't give a damn. Bring on Autumn! Right now it's raining and blowing hard and I'm just as happy to see it as I would be if the skies were blue.

I once had a friend whose mother-in-law lived with them. The old woman was always very negative and critical--especially of Carol, and she also hated winter.

Carol was a rather artistic and sensitive woman, and one day in early fall after an overnight rainstorm she found some lovely yellow leaves on her grass, some the size of small plates. She took in one of the leaves to show her mother-in-law, who was apparently as sensitive as my friend underneath her fierce exterior, because Carol told me that the leaf frightened her, that she actually held up her hands in front of her face and said, "Winter! Take it away!"

I don't know why I thought of this when reading your post, but since I started I guess I'll finish:

Later, after she developed phlebitis and went into a further decline, Carol's mother-in-law went to a nearby nursing home. There she remained as humorless and unfriendly as ever (and perhaps understandably), and she seemed to particularly find Carol's airy artistic nature unsettling and irritating.

Carol decided to celebrate her mother-in-law's 90th birthday by--who could have thought of anything more unexpected?--a visitation by a clown, who would bring balloons and sing "Happy Birthday To You" at the her bedside.

The old woman woke from her restless sleep to find the clown hovering uncertainly over her face, holding up balloons and clearing his voice to sing.

"Who are you?" she cried out in alarm, and then began to scream for help.

Carol told me about the clown disaster with just a trace of a smile, which made me wonder.

For whatever reason, your happy reaction to fall (which I share--it's my favorite season) brought this memory back to me.
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[User Picture]From: poliphilo
2004-09-14 05:07 am (UTC)
That's a great story.

I find clowns a bit scary too. There's a mask and you don't know what might be hiding behind it.

Paul Newman appeared as a clown in London last week. I can't think why. But there were photographs- and there was no way of knowing that this grotesque figure was beautiful, blue-eyed Paul.
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From: morrison_maiden
2004-09-14 08:25 am (UTC)
Good for you! I personally love the fall. I don't know why, but I hate wearing Summer clothing. I love to wear coats, and be all bundled up ^__^
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[User Picture]From: poliphilo
2004-09-14 08:50 am (UTC)
I don't think I have a favourite season. They've all got points to recommend them. Actually, that's one of the good things about living in England- we get such varied weather. A couple of days ago it was blazing hot and today we've got high winds and flurries of pounding rain. We like to complain about it (it's a national characteristic) but I rather have this constant change than long stretches of the same old thing day after day.
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[User Picture]From: qos
2004-09-14 11:51 am (UTC)
I have loved school all my life, and for me the chilling of the air and the turning of the trees gives me the kinds of feelings other people associate with spring: excitement about new beginnings, new life, expansiveness.

Since I'm about to start the second year of my second masters degree, I just keep reinforcing this, even though I'm going to be 40 in December. As long as I'm going back to school in the Fall, I don't feel that I'm getting older.
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[User Picture]From: poliphilo
2004-09-14 12:50 pm (UTC)
This Fall feels like a new beginning to me too. Only I've not yet been informed what I should be doing with it.

Fall- great word. Here in Britain we more commonly say Autumn, but Fall is better- so much more evocative.
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