Junior Ganymede
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The Twilight of the Year

October 29th, 2013 by G.

Fall in the orchardRich in years and honor, they say of someone who lived abundantly and died in his glory. That is Fall to me.

Another saying, equally applicable to Fall, is ‘the owl of Minerva flies only at dusk.” Fall is the twilight of the year, when you finally come to understand it. No one understands a garden until they’re harvesting it. No one understands a life until they’ve lived it. It does not do to be hasty. The designs of our God our only revealed hereafter.

We value Fall more because its so fleeting. It has to be. Dying has to end in death, or else it isn’t dying.

I wonder if we may one day look back and see our mortality as a brief golden age when we put all our pre-mortal experience to the test in transition to the long eternities.

It is but a little while, and lo, he comes quickly.

No man knoweth the day and the hour when the leaves will fall. But they will fall.
The golden bosque

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Bruce Charlton
October 29, 2013

Lovely.

We have had an unusually short autumn here – hardly had the leaves turned but they were (mostly) blown down. Still another couple of weeks of colour to go, however. The beeches are just hitting their peak.

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Your posting reminded me that just before he died CS Lewis wrote the following:

31 September 1963.

…Yes, autumn is really the best of seasons: and I’m not sure that old age isn’t the best part of life. But of course, like Autumn, it doesn’t _last_.


Wm
October 29, 2013

Fall has always been my favorite season. Spring teems with too much life. Summer is too hot and languid. Winter is for hibernation. Fall is full of crispness, which to me also seems to translate to crispness of thought and meaning.


Yet Another Jihn
October 29, 2013

This is a somewhat poignant post for me as we are currently watching mother die. She is indeed “rich in years and honor” and we are blessed to be here during the “Fall” of her mortal life.

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