Harvest and the Thinning of the Veil

It is October and as history tells us, harvest season brings many treats, feelings, and festivals.  Along with the orange, red, and yellow leaves are pumpkins, squash, and apples.   The beautiful glow that inhabits the northern hemisphere in fall precedes the dull, long winter.  I always think of a scene from ancient Europe with jack-o-lanterns and parades for the dead.  The community was brought together to harvest the food and appease the ancestors.  Things seemed to be much more intertwined back then, now we live anonymous lives where we are too busy to even take stock at the world of nature around us.  Besides the crisp cool air and the presence you feel around you is an interesting combination that is unlike any other time of year.  With modernity has come an ability to have pumpkin pie in May and in some ways its’ specialness has been eroded.  My favorite Sunday afternoon treat in October is a piece of that warm, spicy, flavorful pumpkin pie with a mug of apple cider – homemade of course.  Something about those flavors and sensations fill you up, preparing you for the long slog of the dead winter.  Mother Nature yields the bounty from her bosom and her children fill up to make it through those long cold nights.  I stand in my back yard in wonder, we have 1 and 1/2 acres of land and although it is in the city proper, two of the lots are still completely wooded.  Seeing all of the trees changing, smelling the clean crisp air, and feeling the cool earth under my feet give me a feeling that is hard to describe in words.  It is as if Mother Nature reaches from deep within and fills me with an energy that reaches from my toes to my head and beyond.  As this energy surges upwards, it heals and satisfies me.  I feel happy, healthy, and whole.  Watching the squirrels rolling around in the grass and chasing each other up the trees makes me giggle.  Then you realize the veil, between the different dimensions of time and reality have thinned, old memories of relatives that have left this life abound, it’s as if you could touch them and they are there with you.  Nothing can compare to this time of year.  Having fun with our Mother as she gives us the life sustaining food we need compares to none.  Thank you Mother Nature, may we all work tirelessly to hold you dear.

7 thoughts on “Harvest and the Thinning of the Veil

  1. Oh I love this, PFC! Fall is my favorite time of year. The sky is never more blue than in autumn. Maybe it’s because it’s set against the changing leaves, I don’t know. But, wow, you describe the crispness of autumn perfectly in this post.

    Thank you so much for this. Seriously. I was afraid I was the only one who feels the magic of this time of year.

  2. So well done! You started out almost like an essay that would be assigned. But then it blossomed. And you made me hungry and thirsty!

    I will confess that Fall has been my favorite since childhood. And as a child, I decided that I hoped to have a season of glorious color before dying – like going out in a blaze of glory as Autumn leaves do.

  3. another trope

    I grew up in San Diego for the first nine years of my life. Many people move there (and places like it) for the weather but I think there is something missing without the seasons. Our family moved north when I was nine and was given fall along the Snake River Valley. The intense aspens, the crispness in the air that has to be experienced to understand it. The living creatures give off a different energy, preparing for the coming winter.

    Later on life, I moved down to the Bay Area for a little while. The lack of the four seasons quickly got on my nerves. I was happy to get back to the Northwest where it isn’t always sunny and 72 degrees.

    1. I liked southern California at first, for the 72 and sunny year-round. But started missing the Northeast part of the States after a few years. Moving to San Jose almost gave me seasons I’d missed….we had a sort of fall and a rainy winter. But yes, I can understand your yearning to leave California.

      Right now in NY the leaves are just beginning to turn, and the critters are getting busy. Just last weekend I lay in bed looking out at this squirrel in one of the pine trees outside my house. He did something I didn’t know squirrels do. He climbed to the top of the pine tree and started building a nest there. Seriously. He’d climb down a few branches, bite off a thin long twig with his teeth, and then carry it in his mouth, scurrying up to the top of the tree to place it there amongst other long twigs, giving great care to the placement.

      I had no idea until then that squirrels build little huts in trees like that.

      And today I just noticed that a neighbor’s pine tree must’ve blown a cone over to my front yard, for I discovered a small little pine tree starting to grow next to mine, but the needles don’t match my tree. Given the root situation under my house, I doubt I should let it grow, but still. New life, struggling in the midst of all the cement around here….I’d hate to kill it.

      Maybe by the time its roots take hold, I’ll be long gone. Who knows.

      1. another trope

        I had never seen a squirrel do that. Maybe it is some new stage in squirrel evolution. Or it was a orphan squirrel that raised by a kindly bird couple.

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