I love Fall. When I made my mad escape from Boston to Los Angeles, I could only think about how glorious it would be to never have to suffer through another Winter. Sacrificing Fall was a casualty of that decision, but I had maintained for years that I would gladly give up Fall to not have to live through Winter. My decision may have been hasty, but the Winter before I moved, a branch from the tree in our driveway broke off from the weight of the snow that covered it and landed on my car. So I’d had enough of Winter. But I misjudged how much I would miss Fall.
Perhaps my love of Autumn comes from having grown up in New England, because it really is one of the most beautiful times of year there.
The leaves change to gorgeous colors, the air is crisp, the Patriots are playing, you feel cozy in a sweater…all good stuff. Another reason for my affection comes from the fact that my birthday is at the beginning of October and my sister’s birthday is at the end of October. So, it was an especially joyous time of year in our house growing up because we kicked it off with birthday celebrations, and then went into Halloween, and then into the holiday season. We must have been exhausted by the time the new year rolled around, but I only ever remember it being the most fun time in our house.
There is also a certain New England-y aspect to fall that I get quite nostalgic for. Apple picking was a huge activity for our family every year. As an adult, I’m perplexed as to how we made an entire day out of it, because it takes, at most, an hour to fill a bag with apples. But, the weather was usually lovely, the smell of apple orchards is intoxicating, and there are usually old fashioned, general stores at all of the orchards. These are probably the world’s biggest tourist traps, but my entire family are suckers for these things. Imagine pumpkins outside, wagons full of hay, scarecrows, and inside the store, Halloween decorations, gourmet foods, overly priced organic soaps…it’s fabulous. Also, having an affinity towards apples in general makes me a fan of anything cooked with apples and cinnamon, most notably my mother’s apple pie and apple crisp. Apple crisp became such a favorite, that for the past ten or so years, if I am around her for my birthday, she will make me one instead of a birthday cake. It’s awesome.
Maybe it is the impending birthday, or the proclamation from my parents that they are going apple picking with my
sister, brother-in-law, and the kids, but I’m feeling a bit more nostalgic for Fall than usual. To the point where, I actually don’t mind that it’s getting dark earlier (normally this would be my cue for Seasonal Affectation Disorder), or that it is cool at night (it’s still really warm during the day, and it makes for great sleeping weather!). I enjoy getting home from work, making dinner and being cozy in front of the TV.
Which brings me to another thing I really love about Fall, which is TV. I will be the first to admit, I watch too much TV. I am not bothered by this, because I love it. I have cut down considerably, and my DVR has made it possible to get the most out of my time spent in front of the tube, so it all seems fine to me. Fall is great because my favorite shows finally come back from their overly long Summer hiatus, and it’s also pilot season, when you get to try out all the new shows. I’ve realized this year that a few of these things that I love so much have merged together in my mind. Because this time of year puts me in the mood for seasonal things like pumpkin anything (pie is great, ale is better) and Halloween, it feels like a great time of year to watch spooky stuff. This could be anything from Ghost Hunters, to something I saw for the first time last week that scared the crap out of me, called Paranormal Witness (people share first-hand accounts of their own ghost stories) to something scripted, like Supernatural.
Actually, this desire to immerse myself in the macabre during this time of year may have been borne from Supernatural in way. About four years ago, my ex and I were on a flight back from London and started watching the series, having decided we should catch up on it since it always had good reviews. We watched multiple episodes in a row on the plane, and then we were fully immersed as we watched episodes from the few seasons we had missed. It was how I fought through my jet lag. This was in early October, so it was already dark when I got home from work and we’d start watching. Admittedly, sometimes the storylines on that show can be a bit silly, but in the beginning especially, they were pretty creepy. I dare any skeptic to watch the “Bloody Mary” episode alone in the dark and then get back to me. That period of a few weeks yielded some pretty freaky dreams, and a new tradition was born. So much so, that I am really looking forward to the debut of Grimm, and I absolutely cannot wait for American Horror Story to start next week. Even though this video scares the bejeezus out of me every time, I think it will be a great show.
So, I will be sleeping with the lights on until at least Christmas, but it will be totally worth it for that old, Falltime feeling.