“A few days ago I walked along the edge of the lake and was treated to the crunch and rustle of leaves with each step I made. The acoustics of this season are different and all sounds, no matter how hushed, are as crisp as autumn air.” -Eric Sloane
Autumn, perhaps more than any other time of year, awakens our senses. Could it be a final revelry before the silence of a cold, white winter? When we think of Autumn, we typically think first of the riotous colours that cloak the countryside. At no other time of year are we treated to such a vibrant palette: golds and oranges, reds and burgundies, rich ochres and umbers. It’s probably the thing we notice first, and naturally so, given that this glorious colour is most obvious.
Along with these wonderful sights, however, come other things to tingle our senses — the smell of woodsmoke from a neighbouring chimney, the scent of cold and frost, the pleasantly dusky smell of rain-dampened earth and water-logged leaves. The woods smell very different once the trees shed their leaves; it is as though the trees then release a more pungent odour of needles and bark, moss and lichens.
To the ear, Autumn is like no other season. We more clearly hear the wind as it sighs through naked trees. Flocks of migrating birds can bring a lump to the throat as they honk and chitter their way to warmer climes. And surely there can be no dearer sound in Autumn than the crunch of curled, dry leaves under foot.
How does Autumn stir your senses?