‘I Do Not Count The Time . . .’

Autumn advances. The leaves on the oaks here are still mostly green, though a few have turned brown and made their ways to the ground, like an advance patrol checking out the terrain ahead. Those few pioneers crinkle some underfoot as we walk along the driveway; in a few weeks, they and their fellows will be more than ankle-deep across the lawn and will break like dry waves around our shins as we take our last walks to the garden.

In our eighth autumn here in the house, the rhythms of the seasons are ingrained. I no longer have to make lists of autumn’s chores. I know we must tear down the garden and clear the garage for the cars, we need to change the windows in the dining room and kitchen from screens to storms, we should clean the gutters, and more. Some of that will get done this weekend and some during the following week. I will find the time.

Similarly, I will find the time during this weekend, during next week, and during every succeeding day of October to embrace the season, to feel its rhythms of change, to sip its bittersweet wine, and to cherish the memories the season holds for me. And I’ll hope that many more autumns are yet to come.

I once described Eric Andersen’s “Blue River” as the most autumnal song I know. These days, I’d put it in a tie with Sandy Denny’s “Who Knows Where The Time Goes,” and I’d especially use that adjective – autumnal – for the version of Denny’s song that the late Charlie Louvin released in 1996, when he was in his early seventies. It’s from Louvin’s 1996 album The Longest Train.

Edited slightly since first posting.

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One Response to “‘I Do Not Count The Time . . .’”

  1. Larry Grogan says:

    Wow! What an unexpected and wonderful version of a great song!

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