Posts Tagged: autumn
In the Weeds
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The Pleasures (And Melancholy) Of The Late Autumn Garden

| November 29th, 2011

These days when I go out in the garden, I’m reminded of how, as a kid, I used to feel at the end of August, when the start of school loomed and you could already hear the gates to freedom and laziness clanking shut. As an adult, it’s a dread of winter tempered by the last of the color; the brightness is all the more striking for being found in a web of leafless, grey vines and branches. There's a certainty that what remains is about to end.

Seasonal Affective Disorder
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And Now, Autumn

| September 23rd, 2011

The days grow shorter. There will be less light your lives. What sun you see will merely be an agonizing tease, a reminder of the darkness to come, a darkness that will swallow you whole and fill you with dread and disappointment, desperation and despondency. Also, it is now fall.

New Music
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Tom Waits With Keith Richards, "Last Leaf" (And Flowers And Roots)

| October 24th, 2011

“It was a tree, and there was one leaf left on the tree, and I wondered: ‘Wow, if you can make it through winter, you may be here until next year. Wouldn’t that be great, if you were just the only guy that hung on?’ I guess you could say everything’s a metaphor for everything else, but sometimes it’s just what it is. It’s just what it’s about—about a tree.” —Tomorrow is a day to celebrate, in that Tom Waits will release Bad As Me, his first new album in seven years.If you missed the interview with him in yesterday's Times, it's full of his inimitable charm. [...]

Elements of Style
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To The Weft, To The Weft: It's Corduroy Season

| September 19th, 2011

This is the time of every year that “This is Just a Modern Rock Song” becomes my favorite Belle and Sebastian song. (Taking over from “Lazy Line Painter Jane” or “The Boy With the Arab Strap,” which rule at other times.) Because now that summer is all-but-technically kaput, and we can finally put the Great Shorts Debate behind us, at least for another seven or eight months, I most often find myself pulling on a pair of corduroy pants in the morning

The Week That Was
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The Week We Showed September The Door

| September 30th, 2011

If all goes according to plan, tomorrow will be the day that the weather finally catches up with the calendar. That weird sense of unease that we've all felt while waiting for the season to assert itself will finally be lifted, and we will be thrown headfirst into autumn. Finally, the feeling of promise we always have at this time of year—now we're going to get serious, this is when it's really going to happen for us—will settle in alongside the lower temperatures, the smell of smoke, playoff baseball and warm alcoholic drinks with breakfast. The feeling will last until, oh, the end of October, when the Christmas [...]