Today marks the first day in Baltimore to really feel like the Fall. It’s chilly outside, overcast, and damp. And it’s remarkably welcome, as we’ve been undergoing a terrible drought, and the high was 96 degrees Fahrenheit the day before yesterday.
Instinctually, this time of year makes everything seem more pressing. The urge to stock up on supplies for the Winter can be all consuming, and can cause some of us to become… all consuming, especially with the Holidays apparently approaching faster and faster every year.
Sadly, this phenomenon is all too symbolic of the growing disconnect between many Americans, and the natural world. We feel alienated, and often have to search for meaning in our lives, forgetting that at one time, Life, itself, was the meaning. The words “Fall” and “Autumn” came into use only in the 16th century. Prior to that time, the beginning of the dormant time of year was simply known as “Harvest.” But as more of the United States’ literate, non-native population moved from land-work to towns, the term slowly lost meaning, just as the entire language of our illiterate population was lost.
Perhaps now is the time to reconnect. To slow down, and re-examine the truly meaningful bounty and abundance of the Earth. Take some hot soup, walk around outside in a sweater, look at the changing leaves, and remember that each of us is actually, literally, part of our environment. By protecting it, we are protecting our children, our food supply, and ourselves.