Given how long that same set of kids has been in 3rd grade, Mr. Spaetzle is probably dreading that any day now he’ll be waking up again to the sounds of “I Got You, Babe”.
Today, as I rode by, I saw the brown leaves dropping from their tree In a still afternoon, When no wind whirled them whistling to the sky, But thickly, silently, They fell, like snowflakes wiping out the noon; And wandered slowly thence For thinking of a gallant multitude Which now all withering lay, Slain by no wind of age or pestilence, But in their beauty strewed Like snowflakes falling on the Flemish clay.
I’m not generally one to say you can purchase your worries away,* but I’ve found there are two things you can buy, preferably years ago, to make fall easier to take, or even something you welcome. One is a wool flannel shirt-tailored jacket. I know I’m looking forward to the day I can pull mine on. It’s not lost on me that it may be close to the same day I finally have to give up and pull my wetsuit on to squeeze a few more weeks of open water swimming out of the season. I’ll need the comforting.
The other thing you can buy is an album by Josh Ritter called Sermon on the Rocks. He’s hardly the first musician to capture the melancholy of that particular change of the season, but I don’t think anybody’s done it better. And he only does it in a couple of places, but that’s enough.
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*though I totally plead guilty to myriad attempts to purchase my swim-technique flaws away with the latest training aid, or, as they’re called maybe a little bit derisively by some of my fellow swimmers, “pool toys.”
whahoppened about 5 years ago
Turn the ‘isolation’ knob back up a little.
Ninette about 5 years ago
It’s only a matter of time.
Devils Knight about 5 years ago
no it is that when the leaves start to change he knows you little heathens will be coming back to school
Melki Premium Member about 5 years ago
I don’t know about you, but I can’t wait for Sweater Weather.
Shirl Summ Premium Member about 5 years ago
I don’t think that’s what he’s worried about. More like, new school year.
sandpiper about 5 years ago
Something new for her. Something familiar for him, a new batch of leaves and young minds.
Ceeg22 Premium Member about 5 years ago
Unfortunately, Autumn is more than just having to put in a jacket
zippy49 about 5 years ago
Around here, Fall is when the highs stay under 100…
micromos about 5 years ago
I worry about yard clean up.
Richard S Russell Premium Member about 5 years ago
Given how long that same set of kids has been in 3rd grade, Mr. Spaetzle is probably dreading that any day now he’ll be waking up again to the sounds of “I Got You, Babe”.
asrialfeeple about 5 years ago
Today, as I rode by, I saw the brown leaves dropping from their tree In a still afternoon, When no wind whirled them whistling to the sky, But thickly, silently, They fell, like snowflakes wiping out the noon; And wandered slowly thence For thinking of a gallant multitude Which now all withering lay, Slain by no wind of age or pestilence, But in their beauty strewed Like snowflakes falling on the Flemish clay.
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Seed_drill about 5 years ago
A third grader saying “regimen”?
Night-Gaunt49[Bozo is Boffo] about 5 years ago
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I’m not generally one to say you can purchase your worries away,* but I’ve found there are two things you can buy, preferably years ago, to make fall easier to take, or even something you welcome. One is a wool flannel shirt-tailored jacket. I know I’m looking forward to the day I can pull mine on. It’s not lost on me that it may be close to the same day I finally have to give up and pull my wetsuit on to squeeze a few more weeks of open water swimming out of the season. I’ll need the comforting.
The other thing you can buy is an album by Josh Ritter called Sermon on the Rocks. He’s hardly the first musician to capture the melancholy of that particular change of the season, but I don’t think anybody’s done it better. And he only does it in a couple of places, but that’s enough.
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*though I totally plead guilty to myriad attempts to purchase my swim-technique flaws away with the latest training aid, or, as they’re called maybe a little bit derisively by some of my fellow swimmers, “pool toys.”
Night-Gaunt49[Bozo is Boffo] about 5 years ago
I feel that way about Summer. But I don’t make a big deal of it.