AMATEUR NATURALIST

Thoreau, Poe and September

September sunset and goldenrod in Unity
September sunset and goldenrod in Unity
Posted Sept. 11, 2011, at 9:23 p.m.
Last modified April 22, 2012, at 1:17 p.m.

The first bite of fall in Troy this year came Sept. 7, a Wednesday. Just a slight tell-tale chill rolling through the kitchen window, like a nip on the ear. Birch leaves were already strewing the deck, and the sumac had been reddening since August – it always gives in early, like a tropical-looking coward. The birds had picked the red osier clean of berries. Wasn’t it just last week I was poking around in its flat white blossoms for signs of arachnid life (and hence, insect death)? Well, no, that was in early summer.

Technically the first week of September is still summer, since the sun doesn’t pass through the equinoctial plane until the 23rd on its southward descent this month, not to return until the other side of next year. And last year the first of September was sweltering. In case there’s any doubt about how September weather trends, Thoreau on Sept. 7, 1853, recorded 93 degrees in Concord, Mass.

But he usually caught the first signs of fall in August: “The wind is autumnal and at length compels me to put on my coat,” he wrote Aug. 12, 1854. And on Aug. 26, 1856: “More wind and quite cold this morning, but very bright and sparkling, autumn-like air, reminding of frosts to be apprehended.”

I remember a Labor Day long ago when having nothing else to do between the split shift of my handyman job at my cousin’s country store in East Sebago, I drove to Naples to play golf by myself. I was worse at golf than any other sport I’ve stumbled through, slicing or hooking practically every try, and that day a gale was wheeling across the hills, trees and fairways and tossing my already-errant ball like a leaf. Huge clouds with dark gray undersides rolled overhead, and behind them was a cobalt blue sky. A November-like chill bit through my jacket. On one green I wished for gloves. Now, more than 40 years later, that day is as crisp and intense to me as a new apple. Its bite is my ur-image of precipitous fall.

Four days after the 93 degrees, Thoreau noted: “Cool weather. Sit with windows shut, and many by fires. … The air has got an autumnal coolness which it will not get rid of again. Signs of frost last night in M. Miles’s cleared swamp. Potato vines black.”

Well if I am not mistaken, this timetable has in recent decades nudged further into the month. Even in central Maine, which has a couple of weeks’ northeasterly lead toward winter over Massachusetts, mid-October is lately often warm. My kidhood recalls mostly stark, clear, skinbiting, Poe-like air and shuffling oak and maple leaves. But in recent years here in Troy it’s often been October before frost perched on the ground, and November before the meadow grass has turned full brown.

Nowadays most of us cherish the clear autumn chill and the color in the trees, but it wasn’t always the case. Thoreau – and possibly Poe – taught that beauty to us. “Most [people],” Thoreau observed near the end of his life in 1862, “appear to confound changed leaves with withered ones, as if they were to confound ripe apples with rotten ones.” The autumn leaves, he said, are signs of ripening rather than decay, and the red blazes in the maples are fruits, not signs of bitter death.

Still, there’s no escape from the fact that the first September chill is the first breath of winter, so how do we find our bliss in that? “The tone of the highest manifestation [of Beauty] … is sadness,” Poe said with inverse, almost perverse razorlike accuracy. Maybe our love of cool air, withering grass and goldenrod and falling leaves is a deep-set feel for the beauty in an ending.

As I put the finishing touches on this fumblesome little essay, a flock of geese went honking, flapping and racing on before the cold, directly over the house. They will not return, until much later.

Dana Wilde’s collection of Amateur Naturalist and other writings, “The Other End of the Driveway,” is available electronically and in paperback from www.booklocker.com.

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