Portents of an Early Autumn

Kage Baker always mourned the end of summer. Not only was Summer her favourite season, she found serious drawbacks to the approach of Fall. A shirt-sleeve environment, for Kage, failed below 75 degrees.

When the crepe myrtles began to blossom, and back to school sales appeared everywhere; when the furnace breath of day grew into a cold draft on the back of the neck at sunset – Kage went around muttering like the end of the world was nigh. Plums were replaced by apples. Grilled meat went cold in the brief space between the barbecue and the plate. Iced drinks became redundant, and the festive paper parasols of Summer were supplanted by cold, glassy swizzle sticks. And even glass pineapples were insufficient to make up for darkness at 6 PM.

Kage had to work herself into appreciating the specific joys of Autumn. Turning leaves initially depressed her – until they fell in sufficient crunchy piles to jump in and crunch. She refused to look at Halloween candy displays until October 1st, so the September displays of Peeps were an affront to decency. Marshmallow ghosts and owls and jack o’lanterns and bats were poisonous no matter how much chocolate covered them; no decoration was permitted out of the boxes until the month went double-digit: not even the animated Monster Mash Ball with waltzing couples of Famous Monsters of Filmland 2 x 2 like a creeped out Noah’s Ark. Or the howling haunted pirate ship, with flashing red cannon …

Kage's Favourite Party

Kage’s Favourite Party

Kage's Favourite Ride

Kage’s Favourite Ride

And why am I so taken with this memory this right now? It is, after all, only September 4th.  But the whole pivot of the season has come vaulting into sight today. While perusing yarn at Joann’s Fabrics, I found the shelves were thick with bat socks, candy corn, owl lights, glitter skulls and a cornucopia of Halloween fabrics from cozy zombie-printed flannel to glittering slime-green tulle. And the weather has turned cooler suddenly.  And the camphor trees are showing scarlet leaves like exotic goldfish, while the mulberry trees are suddenly exposing bare white limbs shamelessly with every still-warm breeze …

I’m not sleeping. My brain, it teems with endless schemes. High time, too, Dear Readers; it’s been an indolent summer (not to mention occasionally semi-conscious) but abruptly, my energy level is rising and my brain is sputtering back to life. If past Autumns are any guide, this one is going to be early – and I’ll stop sleeping at night altogether, and pretty much be awake until next Imbolc. Long nights of creation, and then afternoon naps; fire in the brain and then narcolepsy as the leaves drift past the windows on the wet winds.

I’ve gotten a request from a lady who wants to translate Kage’s “The Green Bird” into Esperanto, of all things. And, most timely, I have a new/old agent, having returned with mutual relief to the haven of the excellent Virginia Kidd Agency. They inform me that Tor is making inquiries about an old story idea …. and I bet I have the notes. It may be a good season for Harvest Home, after all.

It’s my favourite season, you see. I can adjust in a snap to the orange and black banners, the green and purple glitter. Bring on the pumpkin lights, the eyes in the darkened bushes, the sourceless shadows of wings at the window! You can’t have too much candy corn, or marshmallow ghosties; never enough cold winds, or flaming leaves, or bare tree limbs stark and graceful against the frozen red flame of the early sunset.

I’m ready.

 

About Kate

I am Kage Baker's sister. Kage was/is a well-known science fiction writer, who died on January 31, 2010. She told me to keep her work going - I'm doing that. This blog will document the process.
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8 Responses to Portents of an Early Autumn

  1. Valerie says:

    Kate–
    Bradbury knew… when Summer goes…October Country is waiting for us. Some of us are more at home there than anywhere else. Best wishes to you from an old Faire participant.

    –Valerie

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  2. Elizabeth Howell says:

    We were talking about this at lunch today…. most folks want the solidness of summer & winter. Only 2 of us enjoy the transition of fall & spring, the in-between-ness, the shifting back and forth of light & heat and thinness of the veil.

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    • Kate says:

      I like the borders. Also, I was conceived in mid-October (after a Halloween party at a brewery), and I think I always see the world from that curve just before the Winter darkness comes down.

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  3. Medrith says:

    I like fall & spring much better than summer & winter! Plus I need Halloween fabric; my younger grandson has an October birthday & wants a couple more monster dolls, with appropriate pajamas “because they mostly stay in the bed”. He has a vampire, a witch, a werewolf & a Frankenstein’s monster. He has requested a mummy & a skeleton.

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    • Kate says:

      The more I hear about your grandson, the more I like that kid. Joann’s had some cool monster prints in flannel, BTW – if you’re feeling like making pajamas.

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      • Medrith says:

        This is the younger boy. They are excellent kids! I mostly just use the regular cottons for monster pajamas, it’s too hot here for flannel most of the year. Trying to decide whether to make the skeleton out of black broadcloth & paint the bones on in white, or applique’ them on.

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  4. devastar22 says:

    I love Indian summer /Fall! Just Not the time change. .. grrr. Just leave it at Daylight Savings Time  darn-it!! I hate it when it gets dark earlier than 5PM. Ithe is a disservice  to us all.  No one should have to get up in the dark & come home after sunset. (End of rant ) 

    Sent from my Samsung Galaxy Tab®4

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