Arlo and Janis by Jimmy Johnson for September 25, 2024

I think JJ is going for the sound of rustling leaves but these are a kid’s favorite days of the year! Halloween, Thanksgiving, and of course Christmas! When you also throw in your birthday the rest of the year is just time to kill. My wife, on the other hand, hates that everything is dying.

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I feel it in the air

The cycle of life at work.

Fall: never leave me.

Fall: the rake’s progress.

I don’t know about where they live, but around here Autumn is hardhat time. Acorns hurt!

That’s just nuts.

OT; JJ’s own website is up and running since last Sunday!

Psithurism

Learned a new word. Thank you.

Trees, shaking off their old dying leaves and getting ready for Winter and Spring! Love it!

The sound I hear is leaf blowers

Finally time to start receiving some cool refreshing breezes here in south central Kentucky. (Hopefully)

BTW Saturnalia, a/k/a Xmas is not in Autumn

The mornings are a bit cooler, but the surest sign that fall is here is that my Honey Locust trees are beginning to turn gold and the peach tree leaves are turning brown. The rest won’t be far behind.

♪♫ “Every little breeze seems to whisper ‘Unease’…” ♪♫

Yes, the BONG, rattle, rattle, bong of acorns falling on the skylights, rolling down the roof and into the gutters.

I think there’s going to be a lot of Autumn arriving in the next few days with that storm hitting Florida and moving north. I wish I had a magic wand to protect all those that will experience the hurricane making it’s way toward them this week.

You hear autumn, except for the N.

You can hear it once the falling leaves land on the ground, dry up, and then let out that crispy, crunchy sound when you step on them.

We have a few acres with lots of trees. I love listening to the wind blowing through the tree. Cleaning up all the leaves, not so much.

Autumn = colder, darker, dying.

I prefer Spring = Warming, brighter, and growing

True

I used to like to pile up the turkey oak leaves at Byrneville Elementary School and then jump into the pile but then some teacher mistakenly thought I was jumping into a pile made by the custodian and insisted I put them all back in the pile. Teachers mean well.

Yep! Those are the four high holy days of kidhood, alright!

For me, fall begins when I hear katydids, usually in early August.

The last three days have been exceptionally clear – no haze, no smoke, something I haven’t seen all summer. We can only hope fire crews are getting some help from a handful of short rains.