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This is NOT Fall

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The weather up here in Vermont suddenly got pretty-and it kills me to say this-warm, and while I’m not complaining about warm weather… I kind of am. There is something great about bicycling down a leaf-bare driveway while the sun bakes you into sleepy submission. That sleepy submission-warmth-comfort thing really isn’t a Vermont fall though and so I feel completely cheated.

Here’s how a Vermont fall is supposed to go down: It’s windy, really windy and this isn’t a warm windy breeze but snapping cold gusts that whip around you. The wind in Fall is supposed to bring tears to your eyes, not crying exactly but tears that well up in your eyes and start to obscure your vision. This is in conjunction with the burning on your cheeks, of course. Winter might make your cheeks sting but in Fall it catches you completely by surprise making it burn like hell fire. A good Fall day isn’t a good one without red cheeks and teary eyes.

But this weak weather isn’t just taking away from the physical enjoyment of Fall but also the sight linked pleasure. In crisp weather you see leaves that capture green, gold, orange and red all in one little wisp of a leaf, you see the leaves being flung into the air. These colors, when taken in with the tear blurred vision, begin to blend together with the dying greens of the field, the solid greens of the evergreens, the amazingly lively blue skies, and just the faintest hints of white clouds.

As the wind whips around you can see animals like never before. Unlike Winter’s wearied attempts for survival, Summer’s relaxed comfort and Spring’s cautious joy Fall brings out this ferocity in nature. Not ferocity that results in maulings but a fierce attempt to live. Deer run and eat, pileated woodpeckers really get into their work and humans begin to can food, stack wood, anything to make sure they make it through the winter.

In this frenzy I find a great sense of bliss. This is life boiled down to the essence, like when you use dash alcohol onto a hot pan and get it down to just its most potent taste. I end up dancing in the our neighbor’s meadow, running through the woods with the dog like two puppies, reciting Dickenson to the trees and loving where I live.


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You Call This A Vermont Spring?

Oh my goodness. Today and yesterday have been… nice? terrible? I really can’t tell.

Let me give you an idea of what it’s been like up here in the North East Kingdom: Today as I was walking home with the mail under my left arm and the most recent New Yorker in my right hand the left arm began to loose its grip and lost the mail, a magazine stuck to my arm. Stuck to my arm. That is how muggy it is right now, strong enough to defy gravity. (Wicked The Musical appreciation note inserted here.) And later when I put the mail down I had to peel a different magazine from my arm and it hurt. (On a side note: according to “Mrs. Bridge”, a novel which I enjoyed immensely over the weekend, women would shave their arms… Thank goodness, I think, that times have changed.)

Right now I should be training for the marathon, the Burlington City Marathon, and it’s been way to hot to train. I don’t think that I’ll be able to run even my five-point-three (or five-point-four, one of the two) mile leg, although that’s definitely more of a reflection on how out of shape I am. I was going to go for a run last night around eight, you know, when it cools down a bit, but when I crawled into bed at nine-fifteen it was too hot for a top or anything more than a sheet. Needless to say that I did not go for a run that night.

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