I Feel Fall Coming

It happens every year at about this time, close to the middle of August. Even though I have learned to expect it, I’m still happily surprised when it occurs. There is inevitably a day when I am outside and I sense something different in the world and I know (really know, not just know by looking at the calendar) that the seasonal trajectory is now beginning to leave summer behind and head inevitably toward autumn.

This is not a bad thing, by the way. I happen to love autumn.

Dry Creek at Fletcher Lake - A dry creek surrounded by golden autumn meadow grasses and illuminated by early morning light winds through a clump of small trees near Fletcher Lake, Yosemite National Park, California.
A dry creek surrounded by golden autumn meadow grasses and illuminated by early morning light winds through a clump of small trees near Fletcher Lake, Yosemite National Park, California.

It often happens for me in the Sierra. I usually spend weeks there between June and October – the time of year when camping and backpacking are possible. The beginning of the season is marked by tremendous changes. Snow melts, rivers rise, meadows flood, plants emerge, flowers bloom, campgrounds open, trails clear, tourists arrive, plans are made and executed and many things are new, or at least new once again. Then on that August day, something changes. I cannot put my finger precisely on the nature of the change, but it is unmistakable and it often stops me momentarily in my tracks when it happens. For some reason I often associate it with the way the air seems to move and with the way it carries sound – I may notice something different in the sound of the breeze or the way it amplifies the sound of a cascade across a valley. There is something about the light that I think of as a kind of soft quality and a feeling that the color of the light might be a bit cooler. At about the same time I often notice certain other more concrete indications for the first time, too, such as the way that more of the corn lily plants start to become brown or even yellow and that grasses are less and less green and more and more brown.

I was not in the Sierra when it happened this year. This year, the past few months have not been a time for a lot of travel to places like the Sierra. I have only been to the Sierra on a single multi-day visit, and that was over a month ago. (Don’t worry – I will be going back soon!) So this year it happened at home, on a morning earlier this week – my birthday, actually – when I walked into our yard in the morning to take a look at the vegetable garden, and I notice that vague but unmistakable quality of light, quietness of the breeze, and softness of the atmosphere.

The calendar may say summer, and for more than a month to come, but I’m ready for autumn.

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5 thoughts on “I Feel Fall Coming”

  1. Ok it is really coming, My sure sign is today i saw the first flight of Northern Pintail Ducks at Consumnes River preserve. I usually see them first at Graylodge or Sacramento NWR but have not been up there lately. Next it will be the Sandhills Cranes somewhere around first 2 weeks of September
    Counting the days

    1. Chris, I did not know that the cranes arrived so early! I’ve been waiting until the middle of winter to photograph them, but it looks like I should start earlier.

      Dan

      1. They start showing up in September but concentrations do not reach peak until late October early November. A real interesting thing early on is when you catch the flights coming in from migration. They are like parachutists floating in from high altitude. That goes back to the Luck theme to catch them doing that. Usually they do not get much altitude when trading back and forth from roost to feed.

  2. It’s funny, I had the exact same feeling last night as I was waiting for my train in Menlo Park. It was 6:30, and I was a little shocked the sun was already low in the sky. On my ride home later in the evening I noticed the first couple of leaves starting to show just the slightest hints of yellow.

    I always feel a little sad that summer is passing even as I start to look forward to the fall.

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