The Fall to some seem a bad time of year. I think because the warm turns to cold, the annuals lose their color as well as the fall of the leaves. It is a time the farmers bring in the harvest and strip the fields of their foliage. In the sign biz, we find ourselves winding down and dusting off the coveralls, repairing overused equipment, shutting the overhead doors and turning on the heat. It reminds me of a Poem by Rossetti:
Know'st thou not at the fall of the leaf
How the heart feels a languid grief
Laid on it for a covering,
And how sleep seems a goodly thing
In Autumn at the fall of the leaf?
And how the swift beat of the brain
Falters because it is in vain,
In Autumn at the fall of the leaf
Knowest thou not? and how the chief
Of joys seems—not to suffer pain?
Know'st thou not at the fall of the leaf
How the soul feels like a dried sheaf
Bound up at length for harvesting,
And how death seems a comely thing
In Autumn at the fall of the leaf?
So as you are trying to get out and enjoy the coming festivities with family and friends, keep us in mind. Let us worry about the deadlines and the hassle and you worry about carving pumpkins and who gets the turkey leg. Remember too, that the wind down of the season is not the end to good things rather a opportunity to make things new. As we help you bound up at the length for harvesting, maybe next season don't wait until the fall of the leaf. Happy Fall!
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