Fall the Wonderful

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I heartily concur with Dave Griffey at Daffey Thoughts celebration of our current season:


Anyone who has followed my blog for more than a year or so knows one thing for sure: I love the Fall.  I enjoy Spring and there’s still enough kid in me to enjoy Winter, especially leading up to Christmas.  Summer is my hibernation time.  But Fall?  It’s to me what Spring is supposed to be to most people.

Today is a day off.  The boys are off of school, owing to a local holiday that can only happen in small town America.  And with it, I have the day off as well.  Don’t know what we’ll do today.  Maybe nothing, though I always hate to let a day go by without something to do.   I often start reading The Lord of the Rings in September, but thought this year I’d try something different.  This year I’m going to read through the Appendices.  Truth be told, I’ve glanced at them over the years, but never read through them.  As for the other fun parts of Fall, those are just beginning.

Here are some links to previous posts over the years in which I muse over, in my own amateurish way, just why I love this season.   Enjoy.  TTFN


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  1. Fall hasn’t started here just yet. Temps are still in the 80s even with less daylight. A few of the trees have leaves that are starting to turn.

    A drive through the Laurel Highlands and an excursion train ride ( the nearest one is between Cumberland and Frosrburg, Maryland), as well as South Fayette, Pitt and Steelers football, as well as fall ball (youth baseball) and the start of hockey are other welcome pastimes.

    Now for the drawbacks:
    I have five maple trees. I’m lucky to get the leaves cleaned up by mid November.

    Maybe some of you have advice for me. My eight year old constantly fights with us over doing his homework. I take his privileges away for doing this, but he persists. Not everyone likes school.

    As I advance further into middle age, I still have a sense of sadness when summer leaves. To me, the real start of the New Year is spring. The birds return, flowers and fields are planted, coats are put away and baseball returns. Summer means the end of school (and homework), long sunny days, vacations, bike riding on the numerous local trails and the return of local cantaloupes, watermelons, strawberries as well as fireworks and cookouts. Fall is the end of this, and a reminder that all life comes to an end. I’m 53 next week and I’ve seen most of the springs, summers, etc. that I will get to see. Not a cheerful thought, but it is reality.

    One thing I will not miss from this summer are the electric bills. It’s been too hot and humid to open the windows at night.

  2. PF: Ah, homework and boys. In Catholic school there was and is always plenty of homework. Finally with the younger one who dislikes school, in the evening after dinner my husband sat reading the newspaper next to the chart desk where our son did his homework. No TV or computer or any electronic device on, though sometimes some soft classical music. Always no one else but dad in the room with him. At first there were breaks for the bathroom or water, or snack…the usual stalling tactics. Dad reviewed the status every so often checking the math answers or whatever. After completing an assignment there was a reward. I think my husband at the end would read aloud an interesting feature article from WSJ, a light snack, maybe a little TV – all with dad. Now this same son comes down on the weekends and sits at the same chart desk in the farm office and works on college level calculus while my husband works at his desk. He has a goal of majoring in petroleum engineering. He transfers in Jan to a school which offers it.
    Suggest you have your son checked out by a developmental pediatrician. We learned our intelligent son had dysgraphia. I chaperoned every 4th grade school field trip and discovered that the teacher had little control over her class, 2/3 of which were active boys. She was also in the process of giving up smoking and was nervous and unpleasant at times with the children. A Betty Davis sort, no wonder he disliked school.
    The older son who loved school completed his assignments but often would leave them on the kitchen table with his lunch or leave them in his homeroom locker. He had wonderful teachers in 7th who would have him empty his locker periodically so there were no zeros. As an adult he and a college classmate formed a company and he’s very organized.
    Good luck with your son.

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