It's one sensational wonder of smells after another! We made apple butter for years before I was able to engage in that amazingly pungent fragrance of spices blending with apples. And what about pumpkin pies? Now, not only can I breathe in the cloves and cardamon, I can even catch a whiff of browning pie crust. Am I a little crazy, or do fall's mums even have a spicy perfume?
Crusty, teary eyes used to blur the muted colors of fall into a nondescript brownish haze. But, after our typical fall rains the sky is bluer than blue, and reminds me of a picture I saw once of an azure Faberge egg. The palette of reds, and oranges, and yellows seems endless in its variances. A few days ago I posted a pic of the huge maple in our front yard. We've noticed for several years that it usually starts to turn red at the top, I guess that's typical and predictable. This year I noticed the stems and veins of the leaves turn deep maroon long before the leaves. God's amazing in His attention to detail.
There's even sounds of the fall season that I used to miss. Those gadzillion leaves that are so beautiful on the trees make all kinds of swishing sounds in their ever-moving drifts. The leaves sound distinctly different depending on whether they are kicked with leather boots or canvas tennis shoes. And of course, there's hayrides and hot dog roasts! Squeaky wagon wheels crunching on dried pasture grass or gravel. The hum of a tractor or the moist breathing of horses. Or the spits and hisses of juicy dogs over a snap, crackle, pop fire. It's a symphony!
So much to see and smell and hear, plus the tastes and touch make autumn a feast for the senses. Have you ever run your finger over a fallen maple leaf? Slick and waxy, the popping veins could make a lab tech jealous. What's softer, that scarf you told yourself you chose because of its color, but really because of how it felt against your cheeks and ear lobes? Or are the petals of a mum that nearly melt under your touch softer still?
Apple pie, apple butter, apple crisp, pumpkin pie, pumpkin bread,pumpkin cheesecake, oh my mouth is watering and no doubt my blue sugar is rising. After a summer of fresh, crisp fruits and vegetables, salads and fruit with every meal, the warmer, maybe a little softer sensations of fall produce are welcome. We tread lightly to our Thanksgiving feasts so we can indulge every sense in every culinary pleasure that weighs down the dining table, sideboard and counters.
What is it about fall that reaches out and grabs your senses? Is it just a transition from the deepest greens and brightest colors of summer to the crystalline wonderland of winter? Or maybe, just maybe, it's one of God's ways of reminding us that He's more creative in getting our attention than we can ever imagine.