Oh my, the intimations of mortality as Summer and your father’s life come to their respective close. You capture that elegiac tone so perfectly in your essay, Ramya.
I grew up in Newton, and raised my family in Sudbury. Now living in southern CA, I enjoy your references to Boston and New England as well as everything else. Thank you! 🌱
Lovely reflections. Here in northern Alabama, our summer is still persisting, despite the calendar. We have fall for about 2 weeks, then winter for maybe 1 month, and then we;re on to spring and summer. I try to squeak all the fallness out of those two weeks to enjoy! But alas, our persimmon tree failed to produce any fruit this year-too dry-so I shall not get to gather those small globes of bittersweet proof of the existence of fall. Loved your tea journey too!
aw thank you so much, Gilbreath! So nice to hear what the seasons are like in other parts of the country—I’ve always wanted to see the South. I hope your persimmon tree will produce fruit next year!
This is such a heartfelt reflection on how loss can change the way we feel about the seasons. The way you describe nature connecting with your grief, with those rusting leaves marking the end of summer, feels really moving. ❤️
I love this piece! Although I also don't like transitioning to winter through fall. I have come to enjoy the colors and the fiery warmth it brings along with it. Here in New England we are blessed with all four seasons! Enjoy!!!
Oh my, the intimations of mortality as Summer and your father’s life come to their respective close. You capture that elegiac tone so perfectly in your essay, Ramya.
I grew up in Newton, and raised my family in Sudbury. Now living in southern CA, I enjoy your references to Boston and New England as well as everything else. Thank you! 🌱
Thank you so much, Baird! I’m so glad this resonated with you and your New England experience. Fall in southern CA is probably vastly different!
Lovely reflections. Here in northern Alabama, our summer is still persisting, despite the calendar. We have fall for about 2 weeks, then winter for maybe 1 month, and then we;re on to spring and summer. I try to squeak all the fallness out of those two weeks to enjoy! But alas, our persimmon tree failed to produce any fruit this year-too dry-so I shall not get to gather those small globes of bittersweet proof of the existence of fall. Loved your tea journey too!
aw thank you so much, Gilbreath! So nice to hear what the seasons are like in other parts of the country—I’ve always wanted to see the South. I hope your persimmon tree will produce fruit next year!
This is such a heartfelt reflection on how loss can change the way we feel about the seasons. The way you describe nature connecting with your grief, with those rusting leaves marking the end of summer, feels really moving. ❤️
aw thank you so much, Zio, I'm so glad this moved you! It's always so lovely to read your comments! <3
Thank you so much for the mention Ramya :) i am so glad my post has inspired you
thank you for reading!
Hi Ramya,
I love this piece! Although I also don't like transitioning to winter through fall. I have come to enjoy the colors and the fiery warmth it brings along with it. Here in New England we are blessed with all four seasons! Enjoy!!!
Thank you so much for reading and for leaving a lovely comment as always! I agree—it's such a blessing to be able to experience all the seasons. :)