Leaves are beginning to line the steps from my door to the street. One by one, then by clusters, they gather, up the steps, across the yard, and along the road, in shades of green, yellow, red, and brown, as all over the mountain, trees cast them off–last season’s discarded glory, fading now, later to wither and decompose, nourishing the ground for another Spring.
We happily leave lush green vegetation to another clime, as nature surrounds us with an autumn harvest in this season’s colors; gold, red, brown, and yellow. Even local flowers yield to Autumn’s palette. Mums and marigolds of every variation dominate local gardens.
Fall in Pennsylvania brings an abundant harvest of apples, pumpkins, squash of every stripe and size, chestnuts, walnuts, and pears. Once their harvests are gathered and provisions stored, local farmers turn to offering hayrides, corn field mazes, and apple cider to add another layer of farm income to the long winters. We’re a region populated by farmers, plain and simple, offering everything from apples to dairy products and poultry. Pennsylvanians are accustomed to eating meals made from local, home-grown produce and meat. We are a people bound closely to the earth and to all its fruits.
Everything on earth has its own time and its own season. There is a time for birth and death, planting and reaping. (Ecclesiastes 3:1-2)
He let hungry people settle there, and they built a city to live in. They sowed the fields and planted grapevines and reaped an abundant harvest. He blessed his people, and they had many children; he kept their herds of cattle from decreasing. May those who are wise think about these things; may they consider the LORD’s constant love. (Psalm 107:36-38,43)