Saturday, November 11, 2017

An Autumn Holiday

Charles Ethan Porter - Autumn Landscape

An Autumn Holiday is a short story by Sarah Orne Jewett, perhaps best known for her 1896 novella The Country of the Pointed Firs. First published in Harper’s Magazine in October, 1880, An Autumn Holiday can be read online here. It begins,
I had started early in the afternoon for a long walk; it was just the weather for walking, and I went across the fields with a delighted heart. The wind came straight in from the sea, and the sky was bright blue; there was a little tinge of red still lingering on the maples, and my dress brushed over the late golden-rods, while my old dog, who seemed to have taken a new lease of youth, jumped about wildly and raced after the little birds that flew up out of the long brown grass -- the constant little chickadees, that would soon sing before the coming of snow. But this day brought no thought of winter; it was one of the October days when to breathe the air is like drinking wine, and every touch of the wind against one's face is a caress: like a quick, sweet kiss, that wind is. You have a sense of companionship; it is a day that loves you.

I went strolling along, with this dear idle day for company; it was a pleasure to be alive, and to go through the dry grass, and to spring over the stone walls and the shaky pasture fences. I stopped by each of the stray apple-trees that came in my way, to make friends with it, or to ask after its health, if it were an old friend. These old apple-trees make very charming bits of the world in October; the leaves cling to them later than to the other trees, and the turf keeps short and green underneath; and in this grass, which was frosty in the morning, and has not quite dried yet, you can find some cold little cider apples, with one side knurly, and one shiny bright red or yellow cheek. They are wet with dew, these little apples, and a black ant runs anxiously over them when you turn them round and round to see where the best place is to bite. There will almost always be a bird's nest in the tree, and it is most likely to be a robin's nest. The prehistoric robins must have been cave-dwellers, for they still make their nests as much like cellars as they can, though they follow the new fashion and build them aloft. One always has a thought of spring at the sight of a robin's nest. It is so little while ago that it was spring, and we were so glad to have the birds come back, and the life of the new year was just showing itself; we were looking forward to so much growth and to the realization and perfection of so many things. I think the sadness of autumn, or the pathos of it, is like that of elderly people. We have seen how the flowers looked when they bloomed and have eaten the fruit when it was ripe; the questions have had their answer, the days we waited for have come and gone. Everything has stopped growing. And so the children have grown to be men and women, their lives have been lived, the autumn has come. We have seen what our lives would be like when we were older; success or disappointment, it is all over at any rate. Yet it only makes one sad to think it is autumn with the flowers or with one's own life, when one forgets that always and always there will be the spring again.
You can have it read to you here:


Sarah Orne Jewett (1849-1909)

6 comments:

  1. Wonderful. I'm going to listen to it as soon as I leave my comment. Thanks so much for the link and happy Veterans Day.

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    1. Happy Veterans Day! I hope you enjoy the story.

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  2. I really like Sarah Orne Jewett's stories. It must be the New England/Maine connection. She lived not too far from me over the border in South Berwick, Maine. Thanks for sharing this one. :)

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    1. I discovered Jewett when I found a lovely hardback edition of Pointed Firs marked way down on a sale shelf. The book itself was gorgeous and too inexpensive to pass up. I like her writing style :)

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  3. Beautiful writing style, her descriptions are wonderful it's just like you are right there with her - amazing 😁. Thanks for sharing and Happy Sunday! J 😊

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    1. Her writing is beautiful. It just flows!

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