Yesterday was the first day of fall, and it was cool and cloudy, I noticed this week that the leaves were just starting to change color. The garden is finally slowing down. I am done canning tomatoes.
Fall has always been my favorite season. Not too hot, not too cold. (We won’t talk about the Ocober 5, 2005 snowstorm that shut the area down for three days and broke off hundreds of tree limbs.) I like the cooler nights.
Things at work always pick up in the fall, especially for those of us who work with children. Bad news at parent-teacher conferences means the phones start ringing at my agency from calls from frantic parents wanting help for their ornery children. Fall is a time of truth and reckoning for some of us.
What are your favorite things about fall? Any favorite fall songs or poems? Did your parents ever get bad news at parent-teacher conferences?
Yes, my favorite season also. Trees turning color, especially maples. The sun changes angle and the colors deepen. As you said, not too hot, not too cold. Sad part is shorter days, but not too short yet. I remember days walking to school, kicking through the leaves on the sidewalk. Loved doing it. Raking leaves into piles on the yard and jumping into them. Not me raking, just jumping. I still donβt rake, but not jumping anymore.Β Cynthia “Life is a shifting carpet…learn to dance.”
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I will be the first to tell you this: this year tomorrow is the first day of fall.
When our kids were between the ages of about 5 and 12 on fall Sundays after church we would drive up into the forest, sometimes into the Forest, and have fall picnics. We have several pictures. of us at littel picnic grounds wearing warm jackets. Our 51 and 53 year old children have very fond memories of that.
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Picky, picky!
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Things happen earlier here up North in the Mountain Time Zone
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That sounds like a lovely idea!
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(meant to go under Clyde’s picnic story)
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Cooler weather is my favorite part of fall. Second is the fall colors. Favorite fall song is “Autumn Leaves.” Can’t beat the Eva Cassidy version.
Bad news for parents at conferences? *Scoff* I was the goodiest of goody-two-shoes you ever met. To this day, Mom still can’t believe how easy I was to raise.. π
Chris in Owatonna
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I enjoy Eva’s interpretation of so many songs. She just understood the songs. I also was the “goodiest” of kids, but I had little choice given my mom taught in the same elementary school I was in. The only complaints were that sometimes I chatted with friends too much and that my work was messy (as was my desk).
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My messy handwriting was usually brought up.
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Being a goody two shoes must be an Owatonna thing. I was a little angel in grade school there.
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Oh, there must have been some stinkers in Owatonna!
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No idea. I went to school k-12 in St. Louis Park. π We had plenty of stinkers there.
Chris
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Rise and Shine, Baboons,
I love, love, love Autumn! It’s the colors, the crisp air and the smell of leaves. There are memories of High School Football, as well as Marching Band mingled in all of that, complete with hot apple cider. Places like AZ and CA without changing seasons just cannot live up to this.
My mother, who I have complained about endlessly, would do a very nice thing in the autumn and it is a good memory. She would rake up all the leaves in the yard (with our help) into a giant pile. She bought marshmallows, cheap hotdogs, and buns and gathered long sticks and straightened hangers. Neighbor kids were invited to jump in the leaf pile. Then we would re-assemble the pile and light it on fire and have a hotdog and marshmallow roast. It was very fun and the cheap hotdogs tasted like smoke and burning leaves. This was in the days before burning bans when we had a burn barrel in the backyard and it was fine to burn a pile of leaves.
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Nice!
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Son and Dil got a call from grandson’s kindergarten teacher this week to inform them he had stomped on a little frog on the playground, and some of his classmates were upset. Son and Dil had a very serious talk with him about empathy and that animals have feelings, too. Grandson was contrite. He is typically gentle and loving with animals, so they aren’t to worried they are rearing a sociopath.
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I remember crunching the leaves under my feet on the way to school. I still do that, actually aim for them with my feet or bicycle…
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Cooler and crisp air, good sleeping weather, the changing leaves in all their glory – what’s not to love about Fall? As kids, we would rake the leaves into giant piles and jump into them, later burning them at the end of our dirt driveway. The neighborhood girls would also make leaf houses (outline the rooms using leaves). You had to go through the “doors” from room to room instead of just jumping over the “walls”. Like BIR, I still like to walk through piles of leave to hear them crunch.
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I finally achieved Anonymous status! K-Two.
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Yes, we used to make those leaf houses too – from above it would look like a blueprint design…
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I’m not quite done with summer yet – spent some time outside yesterday doing battle with weeds and my old nemesis, the creeping charlie. It was a glorious day here in the Twin Cities.
That being said, whichever season is newly upon us is always my favorite; in a week or so fall will be my new favorite. Like several baboons have already mentioned, the sound of crunching leaves underfoot is part of the season for me.
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I learned yesterday that there’s a homemade beer that uses creeping charlie instead of hops – was why the British colonists brought creeping charlie – at the time hops were now allowed for some reason. (I hope I’ve got this right…)
B
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That sounds just awful!
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Only once did a parent-teacher conference go sideways on me. When I was in fifth grade, my teacher, Mrs. McCracken told my parents that although I was getting high grades, she knew I could be doing better/working harder. The classic “not working up to her potential line”. My dad in particular took this message to heart. This really rankled me at the time and continues to do so all these decades later. Most of my life I’ve wanted balance. I don’t want to be all work or all play. I don’t want to be constantly happy or constantly sad. Even in fifth grade I knew down deep that I didn’t want to work harder at school. Mrs. McCracken is, to this day, my least favorite teacher. Unfortunately they rolled our class over so I had her for sixth grade as well. Aarrgghh.
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YA had a year of frightful parent teacher meetings. For some reason, her kindergarten teacher did not like her. And I felt this from the very first night at the pre-school year tour – something was just not right. (I’ve always wondered if she didn’t like me and transferred it to YA or didn’t like the single-parent-biracial family thing -never did figure it out). Anyway, at our first conference she had a big post-it note on the file that said GUN in big letters. She told me that YA had told kids we have a gun at our house. YA has always denied this. I got called in another time to meet w/ teacher (and the principal AND the social worker) because YA had poked another kid with the cap of a ballpoint pen. Apparently if you use the cap of a ballpoint pen, it’s considered a weapon and there is special protocol for handling that.
Needless to say, after YA got out of kindergarten, all her conferences went swimmingly. She was a good enough student, although she never worked as hard as she could (I NEVER touched that with a ten-foot pole!) and all her teachers liked her.
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That’s so too bad that her first teacher had to be that way. Sigh.
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Glad it didn’t ruin things though in the long run.
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I could give you a list of about those that went sideways from the teacher point of view. Parents who accused me or all teachers of being lazy, perverts, overpaid, child abusers, hated their child, etc. One of my colleagues was assaulted by a mother. Drunk parents. Parents who brought in the child and attacked them verbally in front of me. A mother who had a nervous collapse at the conference.
Clyde (WP has figured out that on my computer I am not registered)
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That’s part of the reason that YA’s kindergarten year was so awful.. I know that teachers need all the allies they can get. Ask any of YA’s other elementary school teachers – I was a great ally. Helped on all field trips, volunteered in library, did music appreciation and crafts in the classroom. That teacher really missed out by not liking my child!
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Spring. Renewal. Relief from Winter. Baseball.
I was never bad in school.
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I appreciate the climate and beauty of fall as much as anyone but I find thereβs a wistful melancholy that goes with it, a sharper sense of time passing than in any other season.
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I agree, Bill.
My mom was always saddened when the berries on the mountain ash trees turned orange; they reminded her of the winter that would soon follow.
This should be interesting! Below this message it reads: “Leave a reply. (log in optional)” I have never seen that before. Will I show up as Anonymous or as PJ? We shall see.
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I know itβs summer, but there is mention of autumn too.
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I love the CHANGE of seasons; Spring and Fall are my favorite I think. I am a little annoyed that it’s almost dark by 7PM. and Kelly really doesn’t like that.
Has it been decided yet; is the time changing or not anymore??
I don’t recall any bad student teacher conferences. For either us or the kids. Well, daughter, just because of her, out-of-the- ordinary needs at school, we did have to (wanted to) shake a couple teachers to get them up to par. But I guess nothing serious.
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IEP’s must be followed, no matter how the teacher feels about it.
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Right. Some people, cough cough (Choir!) cough cough, just didn’t / couldn’t have or take the time. And daughter didn’t care. And we could have made a bigger fuss about it. But we didn’t like him either so…
Beth Ann helped us a lot back then; and she really encouraged us to push for services. And the important (to us) stuff, we did.
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Good for you. Most school personnel are terrific, but when there is a stinker and that is you child you are dealing with, it can be really frustrating.
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Keeping clocks the same year-round passed the Senate but the House is bogged down with investigations into Hunter Biden’s pictures, M&Ms, and Paul Pelosigate. Sooooo busy!
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I think people who support leaving the clocks on daylight savings time in Minnesota will regret it when the sun doesnβt rise until something like 8:45 a.m. in December. They seem to think theyβre somehow going to get more daylight. We have about 8 1/2 hours of daylight here no matter how you set your clock. I for one will not be able to get out of bed in the winter if they do this.
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It is soon time for the fall baseball season.
Too many positive vibes for the Minnesota Twins against the Cincinnati Reds last week. Sad.
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Yay Twins!
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Here’s a Barbra Streisand song my college roommate had on LP. And JimEd would probably give an Ethel Merman style warning:
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Fall is my favorite time of year too. I like spring too, but fall is my favorite. Clear blue skies on sparkling September mornings with a little mist rising off the area lakes; a colorful leaf or two here and there at first, then a rising crescendo of color. The sweet smell of leaves in the woods. I like that the ground is a little drier for hiking in the fall, versus being muddy in the spring. I like the cooler temps too, of course. I was a really good girl in grade school.
The only negative thing that I remember being corrected on was daydreaming. I was accused of looking out the window. I guess thatβs part of who I am. I still look out the window and like my thoughts wander. Learning to focus came later, with the hard stuff. School was easy for me. I also had the comment that I wasnβt working up to potential. When I think about it, I donβt think I ever really did.
My favorite fall song is Joni Mitchellβs Urge for Going but I like Mary Blackβs version.
OT: WP has changed the window where you log in.
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I donβt know how to edit my post after I posted it. I put the paragraph in the wrong placeβ¦ forgive me.
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This is Krista. WP is being really mean to me today.
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True. But the “reply” button seems to work.
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WP might or might not post the YouTube link for the Mary Black version of Urge for Going.
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Oh, I love this. Somehow I missed this – it was before I discovered Joni Mitchell…
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Since no Baboon has picked Summer, it might be because of this song.
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And this is one of my all time favorites – remember it on the radio when we were driving out to Colorado to the trailer park.
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It is cool and rainy here this weekend. We may get up to 2 inches. Husband is roasting our red Hatch chili peppers tonight, a nice fall smell.
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WP is really messed up today. Brother!
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Oh my god, look at how young they were! Such lovely harmonies, too.
Oh look, Ma! I don’t need to sign in again (at least I don’t think I do).
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Hallelujah!
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Ha! And I can “like” stuff, too.
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I canβt!
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The Wyndham Hill Autumn collection is a fave of mine! Definitely for those Chris but, mellow days, but so beautiful. An oldie, but a goodie.
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Great post πππππ
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