Welcome to Fall. We, and it, have arrived. It's my favorite time of year - the mornings are nice and crisp and the days are comfortable. Even the wildlife enjoy this time of year. Torch-hot days mean that animals can actually walk around in the daylight hours, should they choose to do so. Reptiles and amphibians burrow into the warm, awful smelling mud, only to erupt around noon in search of drowsy insects. Birds, too, fly around looking for food, friends, and reclusive resting spots. People, however, create festivals.
If the fall foliage fails to suit you, if the phenomenal fishing falls behind yard-work, then you, my reader, are lost. Still, even you, the morbidly refuter, would enjoy the festivals that befall Fall. I'm not sure where the tradition started, but I like it. The North Carolina Seafood Festival, The Chowan County Fair, the North Carolina State Fair, the Collard Green Festival, and many, many more transpire virtually every weekend from late August right up to Christmas. The Scuppernong River Festival, Columbia's very own version of a festival, will have us all searching for parking, paddles, and popcorn come Saturday. The Eastern 4-H Center will be represented with canoe and kayak clinic in front of the Walter B. Jones Visitor Center. I think there's also a firework show, too. Still, the parade, complete with four-wheelers and motorcycles will strafe the downtown thoroughfare, passing out pre-packaged candy to the kids and to the adults who need to quit acting like kids. The weather should be impeccable for the entire occasion.
A small town parade though is something to behold. Absent are the cartoon character uber-floats. What you will find , though, is a linear display of Columbia's varsity athletic teams (cheer squads included), several tractors, a couple of fire trucks, a giant pirate ship on wheels, ATV's (which become street legal for parades, apparently), and a convertible or two bearing the local politicians and their smiles. And of course, 4-H will have a presence, too. Either way, I also grew up in the cradle of small town parades in Alabama's Rough Country. Our Rockford parade was slightly bigger, only because Rockford's Main Street was four lanes. But the participants were all identical. Blaring sirens, costumed walkers, high school bands, and tractors serenaded our locals in the same fashion. It sure beat the heck out of the New York City parade that appears on television every Thanksgiving Thursday...it was OUR parade.
Still, the cool weather creates a lot of mental confusion...since April, we have all dreamed of cool bed sheets. Last night, cool-turned-cold linens were not so great anymore. There's nothing more comforting than snuggling into the fetal position to warm the bed and body...but toes are an unwarmable object. Sleeping with socks does no better. I could have let the windows up, but that would have been heresy. Perfect weather like this only happens about 10 days a year...so I'll keep trying to enjoy it as warmly as I can...
Enjoy the day...
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