Fall is here
I could pretend that we are still in July. I could ignore the calendar, and force myself into the unrealistic world that summer lasts forever. This morning I realized it would take much more than ignorance of the month and day to make this charade work. On Friday, the St. Lawrence Admissions Office hosted a very successful Visit Day. Campus looked great and the weather was perfect, if not a little warm. If I had just considered the weather it was easily still summer. But as I hugged our tour guides and watched our teams begin pre-season practices, my heart told me what I didn’t want to believe. Summer is over, fall is here.
There have
been other signs as well. The tree photographed
is directly in front of the
admissions office, and while I would like to tell
you it is an anomaly, it is not. Trees
throughout the ADK and the North Country are bursting into brilliance.
Yesterday, I watched a doe with her twin fawns munch grass near the gates to
Fort Drum. If I hadn’t looked so closely
I would have just thought it was three deer congregating. But after closer inspection, the two smaller
deer, and only slightly so, still had shadows of their spots; ghostly reminders
of how quickly they grow. My dog’s coat
is a bit thicker than it was a few weeks ago and, like her. I grabbed the
blanket from the foot of my bed this weekend. In Canton, fall likes to trick you with warm sunny days that could help
you live in the fantasy world of summer, but the nights cool off quickly enough
that you start driving around with a sweatshirt in your car. Finally, an email that open skate is
available at the rink. A true harbinger of winter!
For me the end of summer brings a few traditions. The first is the Great New York State Fair. Although, I haven’t been able to attend every year I enjoy being regaled with stories from my mom and her siblings who go together every year. Imagine for a moment a tradition that started by loading small children into vans and Suburbans, now is three siblings and their significant others loading themselves into a van or Suburban with the last few teen children or nieces and nephews, if they feel like going. In our family, the season has changed as well. The majority of us our on the other side of high school, so late summer comes with an urgency back to school for most, back on the road for me.
The second tradition is a relatively new one. It begins with emails, attempts from my friends to schedule an event between September and December. They ask for my available dates. When they receive these, they call me up making sure they are correct and ask questions like “Wait, where are you on the 19th of October? But I thought you said you would be in Hartford, Providence, Westchester?" The cities may change but the fact that I am not home does not. To circumvent the phone calls and frustrations I now send out schedules to my closest friends and family. It lists the city names and dates I will be there. My parents very much appreciate this and kindly thank me. However, my friends are whipped into a tizzy. How can you be in Salt Lake City on Sunday and Hartford on Monday…um it is called a plane!? For most of them fall begins when they get there wool sweaters out. While spring may be the season of new beginnings, I would confide it is my belief it is Fall when a true journey always begins. A new school year, a new adventure, the realization that while you may have left the lazy days of summer behind, the true excitement awaits right ahead.









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