Austen’s Autumn

20160929_103814Yesterday, when I went out for my morning constitutional, I had multicolored maple leaves crunching underfoot and the occasional spider web hitting me in the face.  I also took a plastic bag along with me, into which I hoped to collect enough blackberries to make a small cobbler – probably the last of the season. (It was delicious, by the way.)

Even though my outing was on foot, not horseback, it made me think of an excerpt from my second Austen-inspired novel, For Myself Alone:

John and I embark upon our ride shortly after noon, I on Viola and he on an ancient gelding called Max. The plan is to make for the glade in order to gather some of the blackberries that grow in the brambles round its fringes. Viola is eager, as am I, to set a brisk pace; Max and John are not so well able to follow suit. So the refreshing gallop I had hoped for must come in fits and starts. I race off for a stretch and then wait for John to catch me up. Still and all, the cool air and the beauty of the wood, both tinged with the first hints of autumn, do not disappoint.

20160927_154317Then I began wondering what Jane Austen had written about the season – autumn, that is, not fall. She wouldn’t have substituted the word “fall,” since that is an Americanism, which I learned too late to save me from making that mistake in my first book, The Darcys of Pemberley.

As you know, Austen isn’t prone to using long, flowery descriptions. And, off the top of my head, I couldn’t think of any specific references to “autumn” in her work. So I did a word search. Most of the examples I found simply used the word as a point in time, such as, “when I saw him last autumn.”  But I did find a couple lovely passages that do poetic justice to the season.

[Fanny] went, however, and they sauntered about together many an half-hour in Mrs. Grant’s shrubbery, the weather being unusually mild for the time of year, and venturing sometimes even to sit down on one of the benches now comparatively unsheltered, remaining there perhaps till, in the midst of some tender ejaculation of Fanny’s on the sweets of so protracted an autumn, they were forced, by the sudden swell of a cold gust shaking down the last few yellow leave s about them to jump up and walk for warmth. (Mansfield Park, chapter 22)

20160927_150200Jane doesn’t give us pages of extravagant description. Instead she paints a perfectly recognizable picture for us in just a few lines. My favorite passage, though, is from Persuasion, chapter 10. This scene takes place on the group walk to Winthrop:

Anne’s…pleasure in the walk must arise from the exercise and the day, from the view of the last smiles of the year upon the tawny leaves, and withered hedges, and from repeating to herself some few of the thousand poetical descriptions extant of autumn, that season of peculiar and inexhaustible influence on the mind of taste and tenderness, that season which had drawn from every poet, worthy of being read, some attempt at description, or some lines of feeling. She occupied her mind as much as possible in such like musings and quotations…

 And a bit further on:

 The sweet scenes of autumn were for a while put by, unless some tender sonnet, fraught with the apt analogy of the declining year, with declining happiness, and the images of youth and hope, and spring, all gone together, blessed her memory.

persuasion-walkAnn has had to watch Captain Wentworth show his preference for the younger, blooming Louisa. She has heard him praise Louisa for her character of decision and firmness. Anne endures all this whilst knowing that the captain, whom she still loves, condemns her for being too easily persuaded, and that the beauty of her own spring has long since passed. It seems there is nothing but decline and decay ahead.

What a poignant picture – sweet and painfully sad, like the season itself. Consider what a different feeling this scene would have taken on if the walk had occurred on a cheerful spring day or in the heat of summer. No doubt Austen purposefully planned that it should take place in the waning months of the year instead, so that the season would set the mood for all Anne’s melancholy reflections.

20160919_130846I can appreciate the beauties of the season, and, as you can see, I’m always trying to capture some of the brilliant colors in pictures. But Autumn isn’t my favorite season, primarily because of what it means. Summer is over and so is my lighter schedule. Winter is coming, and although we don’t suffer the extremes in the Seattle area (no below zero temps or being buried in snow for weeks at a time), we must now expect six months of relative unpleasantness: cool, damp, and relentless gray.

At least for now, though, the sun is shining and there are still a few roses on the vine. It’s a bonus day. Time to get out and enjoy it!

20151016_124033How does fall effect you? Is the change in seasons a simple matter of fact to you, or does it take on some special significance? Austen refers to the way autumn is portrayed in poetry. Do you have a favorite verse on the subject?

About Shannon Winslow

author of historical fiction in the tradition of Jane Austen
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7 Responses to Austen’s Autumn

  1. June says:

    Fall is pretty, yet sad. I dislike being cold, and find myself dreading the next New England winter.

    • Thanks for your comment, June. That’s the way I feel too. Although I’ve never been to New England, I know from pictures that you must have fall color far superior to ours in the Pacific Northwest. I love our evergreen trees, but they do stay ever green! The scattered deciduous trees that are native to this area aren’t all that spectacular either, so we have to fill our yards with imported species if we want color this time of year (as in my pictures).

  2. Sheila L. Majczan says:

    My favorite season is Spring for all the lovely blooms and the return of green to lawns, trees and shrubs. But i do like “sweater weather” best of all for going out and being about. Spring here lately seems to jump from winter cold to summer heat whereas fall seems to linger longer. I do love the colors on the trees and Pennsylvania gets many tourists coming to see the fall colors in our Pocono Mountains. I don’t like that the Black Locust tree outside our front door drops thousands of tiny leaves which stick to shoes and find their way indoors! But the tree keeps that side of the house cooler in summer – which was extremely hot here this summer. Love your photos. Sorry I am so late reading this. I get e-mails for so many blogs that I go days without catching up. Books come first.

    • Thanks for reading and commenting, Sheila! We’re forever tracking in fir needles instead here. More fall-color photos on FB, btw.

      • Sheila L. Majczan says:

        Shannon, thanks for the hint but I am not on FB. I got off due to privacy issues and I so many blogs I read or WIPs that I can’t imagine adding another thing i have to open and read everyday. Hope you are well. My daughter, Nicole, whom you met, has moved home with her husband to our house as they are relocating here in the tri-state area. But at the present he is serving with the Air Force Reserves in GA for three weeks. They had to cancel plans in Savannah due to the hurricane.

      • I guess that means you won’t be coming up my way to visit your daughter anymore. Glad I got to meet you when I did, then!

      • Sheila L. Majczan says:

        No, unless she and he decide to move out there again. His father continues to live in Alaska. There are so many authors out there I wish I could just go out to meet all of them. So glad I got to meet you in person. Lately I have been making friends with Nicole Clarkson and she, too, lives out there but in Oregon as does Joy Dawn King & Virginia Munoz/Mary Jane Hathaway. But we can always communicate this way, my friend.

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