Autumn, like a thief in the night, crept in last week leaving nary a clue that its here.
As all of you know much better than I do, autumn marches to its own drummer around here. While the calendar said that fall started on September 22 our weather thumbed its nose at it. Oh sure, we did wake up that morning to nippy 54 degrees, the air was crisp, the humidity was gone and the sky was crystal clear blue. But all of that was an illusion, a trick played on all of us by our fickle fall as the thermometer started flirting with the 90s again. We’re going to be in shorts and T shirts for a long time yet.
But like the thief in the night, autumn is stealing our daylight hours, albeit slowly. Last Thursday we were at exactly twelve hours of daylight and darkness, with sunrise and sunset at 7:18. After that it’s downhill folks to the delight of electricity providers…
Pumpkins have made their appearance at roadside stands, and pretty soon corn stalks and scarecrows will decorate our homes. Before you know it, doorbells will ring followed by happy shouts of “Trick or treat.”
We admired the Harvest Moon, golden and bright as it rose through the treetops over our homes. And I wondered if our farmers still toiled in their fields as their ancestors did generations ago.
And maybe, just maybe, some of us followed Neil Young’s advice when he sang:
“But there’s a full moon risin’ Let’s go dancing in the light We know where the music’s playin’ Let’s go out and feel the night.”
Fall is here, possessed of its own glory in North Texas.