While running errands yesterday I noticed that the north side of town, and especially the Shippensburg University area, seemed to be a bit more colorful. So I went back today to get another look.
This Autumn has not been good for brilliant foliage change. The temperature has fluctuated too much, and on the whole it's been warmer than usual. So now, when normally we'd be at the peak of color in these parts, we have bare trees, trees that are still green, trees that are a drab, pale yellow, and some brilliant color. Today I went looking for what brilliant color I could find.
It's Samhain (SAH-wen) time again, the old Celtic New Year that was later "Christianized" into Halloween. Now we pass from the light half of the year into the dark half. Now the earth goes fallow and prepares for the sleep of Winter. It's a time of transition, a time when dividing lines dissolve and those who have passed on can come to visit, and the living can in turn visit those passed on. We give honor to our ancestors and memorialize our loved ones who have passed on. And we feast on the products of the harvest, and preserve as much of it as we can. Grain becomes flour, barley becomes beer, meat is smoked or dried, grapes become wine and other fruits become brandy, and vegetables are canned or pickled. We get ready for Winter!
And as I do every Samhain, I'll post some favorite videos to liven up the virtual celebration. This first one is an old favorite, an animation project from the 1980s that was featured on PBS, set to Camille Saint-Saëns' tone poem "Danse Macabre".
This next one is another old favorite, Canadian musician Loreena McKennitt's "All Souls Night", one of her best-known songs, written as her tribute to Samhain. I usually post a video of her performance of this one from her concert in the Alhambra, but that one seems to have disappeared from YouTube. That's okay, this cut from the original album is just as beautiful!
One more video. Nowadays on Halloween the kiddies dress up in costumes and go from house to house eliciting goodies from the residents by shouting "Trick or treat!" This comes from the old Samhain and early All Hallows Eve custom of going from house to house in groups (adults and children all!) begging for goodies (in those days small cakes and fruit) that represent the harvest. You didn't get that for free; you had to sing for it. One of the goodies given out back then was a small, spiced oat cake embedded with dried fruit called a soul cake. "The cakes, often simply referred to as souls, are given out to soulers
(mainly consisting of children and the poor) who go from door to door
during the days of Allhallowtide singing and saying prayers "for the souls of the givers and their friends". The practice in England dates to the medieval period, and was continued there until the 1930s, by both Protestant and Catholic Christians. The practice of giving and eating soul cakes continues in some countries today, and it is seen as the origin of the practice of trick-or-treating." (Quoted from Wikipedia) This song, "A-Souling", is an old song collected by a folklorist in 1891, which traces back to medieval times and is sung by the soulers going from house to house. Pagan singer/musicologist Kirsten Lawrence was struck that the beginning notes were the same as the mediaeval plainchant Dies Irae,
"Day of Judgment", calling the people to repent and pray for the dead.
It seemed plausible that the tune could be a folk corruption of
the chant as children and beggars asked for cakes in return for praying
for the dead. This version of "A-Souling" is performed by the New Zealand group Lothlórien and is my personal favorite! (You'll need to click this link because YouTube seems to have disabled embedding for this video.)
So a Blessed Samhain and a Happy Halloween to all!
“Fall has always been my favorite season.
The time when everything bursts with its last beauty, as if
nature had been saving up all year for the grand finale.”
– Lauren DeStefano
The gazebo across the street dressed in all its October finery
"Now Autumn's fire burns slowly along the
woods and day by day the dead leaves fall and melt."
– William Allingham
I decided today was a good day to walk the whole of the Dykeman Spring Nature Park. The weather is perfect for this time of year and the sun was partially obscured by light clouds, so it wasn't too bright. Lots to look at while the leaves fall from the trees and things start to look a bit more bare.
A pair of Mallards floating on the creek
This Muscovy drake (a domestic breed) has been hanging around the duck ponds for over a week. The last two times I was there he rushed me and tried to bite me; luckily this time of year I wear jeans and big heavy knee-high socks, so his biting got him nowhere. Today I had my hiking stick with me, and either he's mellowed out or the hiking stick said "Don't even try it!" to him; he just sat under this tree and kept a wary eye on me.
Walking on the Upland Trail on the way to the meadow
Looking west over the upland meadow from its highest point
Autumn trees on the upland meadow
A flock of Eastern Bluebirds were flying about the fringes of the meadow. This was the best shot I could get.
Back down in the wetland on the way home, approaching the red bridge over the creek
It's been raining off and on today, a typically cold Autumn rain. So I put on my rubber boots and went walking along King St. to catch Shippensburg on a damp Autumn morning.
“I cannot endure to waste anything so
precious as autumnal sunshine by staying in the house."
– Nathaniel Hawthorne
Autumn is truly kicking in now, It was cold last night and we had our first hard frost. We also had some very high winds over the weekend, so a lot of the brilliant leaves I showed you last week are now on the ground and the branches that held them are bare. But there's still a lot of green waiting to change color, so the visual drama isn't over yet!
Coming out of the tunnel under the railroad tracks on the Dykeman Walking Trail
A view of the north duck pond in the Dykeman Spring Nature Park
This view on the upland meadow would make an ideal setting for an Andrew Wyeth painting
I love being outdoors hiking the countryside, and I especially love doing that this time of the year. I love the feel of my feet in my hiking boots and the feel of the tops snugging my ankles. I love the cooler temperatures. I love the tannin smell of the fallen leaves in the air, especially when that smell becomes stronger when walking in the woods. I love the often moodily overcast skies so characteristic of the season. And most of all I love the colors. As Albert Camus said, "Autumn is a second spring when every leaf
is a flower." I walked through the Dykeman Spring Nature Park this morning and collected this visual poem to Autumn, my favorite season.
Along the Dykeman Walking Trail
Entering the nature park on the Dykeman Walking Trail
Virginia Creeper climbing a tree along the Dykeman Walking Trail
I was down in Maryland this weekend attending a family wedding and I was afraid I might not get the chance t take my weekly walk in the park for this week. But we got back early enough this afternoon that I was able to take the walk, and the first thing I noticed is that the autumnal colors are starting to appear. Hooray!
"Autumn is a second spring when every leaf
is a flower."
– Albert Camus
On this week's walk in the Dykeman Spring Nature Park I finally saw some signs of Fall color in the leaves, as well as some berries and Fall flowers. Come take a look!
Cottonwood leaves on the Dykeman Walking Trail
Honeysuckle berries along the trail
A sure sign of Autumn - White Wood Asters
Nature's stained glass - sunlight shining through red Virginia Creeper leaves
Walking through the Dykeman Spring Nature Park on the way to the grocery store again today. We finally had some rain last week and through the weekend, and things have greened up some, but there's still no real leaf color change as yet. Still, there are scenes worth capturing, and these are the ones my wandering lens caught on today's walk.
Reflections in the north duck pond
English Ivy climbing a tree along the Upland Trail on the way to the meadow
A Variegated Fritillary butterfly on Boneset along the Meadow Trail
A Clouded Sulphur butterfly along the Meadow Trail
There was something formless and perfect before the universe was born. It is serene. Empty. Solitary. Unchanging. Infinite. Eternally present. It is the mother of the universe. For lack of a better name, I call it the Tao.
It flows through all things, inside and outside, and returns to the origin of all things.
The Tao is great. The universe is great. Earth is great. Man is great. These are the four great powers.
Man follows the earth. Earth follows the universe. The universe follows the Tao. The Tao follows only itself.
Tao Te Ching, Chapter 25 Translation by Stephen Mitchell
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