Fall is Here


Fall is here.
Another year
is coming to an end.
Summer's finished,
Summer's gone,
Winter's round the bend.
Fall is piles of crunchy leaves,
orange, gold, and red.
Fall is sweaters with long sleeves
and blankets on the bed.
Fall is football,
Fall is pumpkins,
Fall's where summer ends.
And
Fall is coming back to school,
and seeing all my friends.


Helen H. Moore

"Dreaded are the early days of September when the young WASPs, dressed in plaid with Brooks Brothers jackets are shipped away for higher learning to St. Pauls or Andover. Nevertheless, for some reason, to be sent away at an age when you've barely stopped breast-feeding, have not even begun puberty, and still suck your thumb is considered a great WASP honor.
When I was dropped off at an all-girls boarding school, it took my parents three hours to pry my arms off the bumper of their Volvo station wagon. And as you study the classics, get hit on the head with lacrosse sticks, and debate club your way through a dark winter of influenza, it's always great excitement to receive some homemade goodies. The note always says " Love Mom" or "Mother" or "Muzzie", dictated but not read, and even though you know it's the cook who made them, you're grateful.

Alexandra Wentworth. The Wasp Cookbook. 1997.

A 'Trad' take on the start of the mellow months...

M.