Fall officially arrives Sept. 22.
It’s finally here and the signs of the seasonal dress change are surfacing all around us.
The county fair cranks up next week.
Fields on the rural scene are beginning to look brown and barren. Corn fields have either been cut or are being cut. Tobacco fields have been stripped of their leaves.
Leaves have begun their annual color change and are softly floating to the ground below with the slightest of a breeze.
Summer, as always, hangs onto the lingering days of 90-degree temperatures.
It is a fight that will end soon and in our favor.
Hunting season has already begun.
Sporadically, but slowly we are beginning to see a few cool early mornings.
The fabled Harvest Moon was Sept. 20.
Pier and surf fishing on the coast is becoming a good topic of conversation. However, remember they are always biting at the coast when you are not there.
The smell of smoke, either from the burning of leaves or from a backyard grill on weekends, has started to float through the neighborhood just like it did last year and the year before.
The smell of both gets better each year, particularly after a brutal summer.
How about that early-morning moisture on the windshield? It isn’t frost yet.
But when it does come, so do the best collards that have gone through the first frost.
Youngsters waiting for their school bus to arrive in the early morning are beginning to dress the season.
Football play, from the five-year-old to the professional ranks is in full swing.
Many folks still like the wood-burning fireplace, but they now have become a relic piece taken over by gas logs controlled by a hand remote.
Remember when smoke coming from a chimney signaled warmth and safety for those inside?
The season is a gift from the heavens, and a signal for a slowdown.
Squirrels have already become more active in these early days of fall, and they begin storing away their food for the winter season that follows.
North Carolina is famous for its barbecue, and that means not just the restaurants.
The best barbecue you will find, if you are among the lucky, is from a grill in someone’s back yard.
They are the real chefs of the ’cue world and they go about their business without claim to anything.
Usually, their knowledge has been handed down for generations.
Enjoy the season as the heavenly gift it is.
William Holloman is a staff writer for the Mount Olive Tribune. He can be reached at email@example.com.