As some of you may know, I'm kind of a nature guy. Think along the lines of Walt Whitman or St. Francis of Assisi-- maybe with a dash of Bob Ross (happy trees). I love being outdoors and experiencing all the sensations of a pure world, away from cars and malls and fast food. Not that I mind any of that-- it's just nice to take a deep breath sometimes without smelling exhaust or a flame-broiled Whopper. I'd much rather smell a sycamore tree, which aside from simmering garlic and butter is about the best smell in the world.
Sadly, I don't get to spend nearly as much time outdoors as I would like. I do live in Dallas after all. So maybe I'm kind of a "backslidden" nature guy. I grew up on a farm so as a kid I was always outside in the woods or on the river or something like that and I don't get to do that so much anymore. So naturally, being the poet I am, I celebrate nature in a nostalgic way, in remembrance of my home. It's hard not to anthropomorphize it and think of it like a family member or a past romance or something. So God help me when Autumn rolls around. All of my fondest memories are from the fall. I met my wife in the fall, my son was born in the fall, my favorite outdoor activities were in the fall, the leaves turn colors in the fall, the sky gets bluer in the fall, cotton opens in the fall and smells wonderful, ducks and geese start migrating in the fall, the air gets that crisp feel or sometimes that damp, soggy, clingy cold that smells like mushrooms, Starbucks Anniversary Blend comes out in the fall, I could keep going--do you want me to keep going or do you get the idea? I really like autumn. I wish it was a blanket. A big cuddly blanket. And it's almost here. If you see me in the next few months you'll see the happiest me of the year.
I hear you, loud and clear. There's nothing like the smell of spice, I say. That or the peace of the outdoors, and the (finally) cool weather that is Autumn. Unfortunately, with my constantly busy lifestyle (with school, marching band, and homework), i never get to enjoy the outdoors like I would like to. I won't even be able to enjoy my family reunion in Clarko State Park this year, due to a football game (like i said, marching band.) It also doesn't help that I live in a suburb of Houston (Katy, to be exact.) Which brings me to another point: Southwestern Texas weather bites! It's never cold here, and I love cold. I've only gotten the pleasure or playing in snow once, and it was on Christmas Eve a few years ago, right here in Katy. It was a rare snow, and lasted about 6 hours before it melted. I kept a small ice chest-full of the snow in a freezer until the following summer.
Oh goodness, such a long comment.
Well, I dearly love all of the music produced by the band. Your music has inspired me in so many ways, and i can connect to about 3 of the songs on the new album personally. I love you guys. :]
Posted by: Sarah Christensen | September 04, 2008 at 07:19 PM
Fall is indeed an amazing time of year. I love the crisp air and the colorful trees. (: Cheesy, but I absolutely love it when you can finally get out the warm coats and etc. I live in Europe, where every season shows itself brightly, so I always feel sorry for those who only have one season.
♥ I love you guys and your music. ♥
God bless. (:
Posted by: Mary G Meyerdirk | September 08, 2008 at 06:26 AM
ahhh I live in Ma, which is one of the best places to be in the fall :)
I love fall, what you just said about fall-- totally true, I love fall lol :):)
hahaha now I look very silly!
talk to ya layda, God bless!
Posted by: Tiffany | September 30, 2008 at 06:41 AM
I have that same love of the fall. Maybe its the farm life you find in LA.. ;)
Posted by: Karl Wiggers | November 26, 2008 at 03:01 PM