It has been a reluctant fall this year. At first, there was a yellow cast to things that never did reach fulfillment. Of late, the colors are far from flamboyant, as if they are uninterested in achieving any grandeur at all. Each year I await the invitation to the fall gala that takes place along the roadside. Driving along Highway 64 from Nashville to Rocky Mount and beyond, it always reminds me of passing through a receiving line where lovely gowns in different hues are admired and commented upon. “How lovely you look!” This morning I saw through the mist of light rain a rather subdued receiving line trying not to disappoint. If you are one of the lucky ones, you have a red maple of some variety planted in your garden or along your street. The maples never fail to remind me of picking up leaves on the way to school. I would throw one down to pick up a better one. The fall color is also better one year than another. They say it has to do with the amount of light or the amount of moisture, I always forget which excuse to give. Don’t worry, next year the fall color will be better. Now if I could write about my gorgeous camellias in bloom-ah!
This piece is written and published today thinking of my father’s birthday, November 13, 1904. Norman W. Forgue often teased me, asking, “How are you going to write if you don’t learn to spell better? I did learn to write but thank goodness for spellcheck. SFH
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2 thoughts on “A Reluctant Fall in Rocky Mount, NC – A Reflection From My Main Street Bench”
Beautiful photos and remembrances, Stepheney – and thank you for sharing thoughts of your dear father with us all. ❤️ I do wish people would forego planting another crepe myrtle (enough already), and instead plant more gorgeous maples and native trees. 🍁
A very descriptive view of the Fall season. The problem I have today is my iPhone autocorrects whatever I try to swipe, peck or punch with my fingers. And, the mis-corrections always appear on the sent message and not what I actually typed.
Thank you for making this a beautiful day to remember!!!