02 November, 2010

that whole autumnal thing

the word for november, in polish, means something like "the month of falling leaves," a fact that was endlessly depressing to someone who spent almost 27 years living in northern alberta, a land where the month of falling leaves is september. late september, if you're lucky; early september, if it's real life we're talking about. hell, sometimes even late august, but we won't talk about that.

this is my second november on vancouver island and i must say i am utterly charmed by the idea of leaves falling in the month of falling leaves. true, some have already fallen during the sunny days of october, but many remain, and it is a glorious thing to have real leisurely autumn to enjoy and real spring to look forward to, one with crocuses in february and cherry blossoms in may, the way it ought to be.

don't get me wrong, i love alberta, and edmonton will always be my home, but i think there is something inherently wrong about living in a place so fundamentally unsuited to human habitation. and yes, there is the possibility that we will again find ourselves there in the near future (who the hell knows, what with mr. monkey's job), but i can tell you that having lived through 27 years of 6-month winters, i am through with snow. i am also done with autumn lasting a weekend and summer pouncing on the heels of a week-long spring, shorts-weather steamrolling through the streets where huge piles of snow are still sedately melting.

so for now, while we wait to hear about their plans for us, i will kick the fallen leaves, enjoying their toast-like scent; i will look at the sky peeking through the mosaic of golden maple leaves; i will marvel at the fact that one layer of clothing is still very much adequate and i will try to be philosophical about this whole seasonal thing.

5 comments:

Lucy said...

Nice innit?

Zhoen said...

Grew up in Detroit. Fall started in September. Spring came as late as mid June. All a matter of comparison.

Anonymous said...

And yet I'm still homesick for Deadmonton. It's uninhabitable, politically ass backwards, and in the middle nowhere (unless you consider endless fields of canola to be somewhere). Go figure.
G

the polish chick said...

yeah, i'm homesick for the restaurants. obviously, you don't have that problem in the big city.

the polish chick said...

zhoen, that's pretty much like edmonton. odd, though, ontario, which is right next door, has a nice march spring and a decent enough november-february winter. does detroit have a nasty micro-climate or something? but you do understand my pain, no?