Written by Marykate Wurster, mother of three wonderful children, Gladwyne, PA
The tips of the trees are starting to turn and already the light is changing. The night is cooling degree by degree. I love the changes of the seasons and watching nature in its unending dance and play. A leaf falls from a tree as if dropped by the hand of God. For a moment it is suspended and then floats, cascades softly to the ground. Autumn – I love it for its silence and quiet. I think of fall as reflective and still. If summer is nostalgia and charm, and winter is celebratory and festive with the holiday season; then fall is a time for home, and getting settled in one’s nest of sorts. Something I am craving.
I adore all Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan movies, who doesn’t really. And I love the depiction of New York City in ”You Got Mail” with its charming neighborhoods and shops. That is the New York I know, with brownstone houses and mazes of streets so picturesque that you want to get willingly lost for hours winding up and down sidewalks. On foot of course, after this is New York and that is the best way to travel. There are many great lines in the movie but one I always remember is “Don’t you love New York in the fall? It makes me want to buy school supplies. I would send you a bouquet of newly-sharpened pencils if I knew your name and address.” I love the visual of freshly sharpened pencils. I can see them – all yellow, number 2 lead pencils tied up with a bow – not an ostentatious one, something clean, simple. I can hardly believe I am going to say this, because I love New York at Christmas, but I think I prefer the fall. It is so unassuming, so unexpected. It catches you off guard and pulls you in, not asking for anything in return. Maybe because it isn’t trying to wow you, it wows you.
I am feeling nostalgic about Connecticut and New York, knowing our friends there have started school already. I always loved being reunited with friends after our crazed and often misaligned schedules of the summer. I miss them. This fall, it is about forging new relationships. And I get to rediscover Pennsylvania in the autumn. I am hoping it has something as wonderful as freshly sharpened pencils waiting for me. If nothing else, the foliage is going to be outstanding. With all these trees how could it not be.
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