A Scamp and the Harvest

I had planned to have a quiet night in on Halloween. I was going to stay in, eat ice cream and watch Hocus Pocus. Instead, I ended up in the middle of St. Giles Square celebrating Samhain. According to Wikipedia (my favorite site in the world) “it is a Gaelic festival marking the end of the harvest season and the beginning of winter or the “darker half” of the year. Most commonly it is held on 31 October–1 November, or halfway between the autumn equinox and the winter solstice. Along withImbolcBeltane and Lughnasadh it makes up the four Gaelic seasonal festivals. It was observed in IrelandScotland and the Isle of Man. Kindred festivals were held at the same time of year in other Celtic lands; for example the Brythonic Calan Gaeaf (in Wales), Kalan Gwav (in Cornwall) and Kalan Goañv (in Brittany).” The festival involved a lot of half naked people painted in various colors parading down the Royal Mile dancing and chanting. They are also carrying fire. There was lots of fire. I mostly stayed for the fire. The scenes were acted out on a small stage in the corner of the square, and thanks to the hundreds of people standing between me and the stage, I couldn’t really tell what was going on. I also didn’t really know a whole lot about the meaning of the holiday, so I watched a lot of interpretive dance and waited for something else to be lit on fire.

All I can say for certain though, ceremony or not, Fall is here.  The weather has been steadily getting colder for weeks, and most of the leaves have changed to a nice yellow color and are falling off the trees in droves. Leaves litter the streets, the sidewalks, and get stuck to my boots as I trudge to school every morning. The courtyard of the church near the Education buildings is completely covered in leaves. If Scotland wasn’t such a wet place, I could easily imagine diving into the leaves and getting lost underneath them.

All the leaves and the changing of the seasons make me think of a story I read as a child. When I was a young girl my grandma was killed in a car accident. It was sudden, and it caught all of us off guard. To help us get through the death, a teacher that worked with my mother suggested that she read us the story of Freddy the Leaf. The story goes like this:

The Fall of Freddie the Leaf:
A Story of Life for All Ages,
by Leo Buscalgia

Spring had passed. So had Summer. Freddie, the leaf, had grown large. His mid section was wide and strong, and his five extensions were firm and pointed. He had first appeared in Spring as a small sprout on a rather large branch near the top of a tall tree.

Freddie was surrounded by hundreds of other leaves just like himself, or so it seemed. Soon he discovered that no two leaves were alike, even though they were on the same tree. Alfred was the leaf next to him. Ben was the leaf on his right side, and Clare was the lovely leaf overhead. They had all grown up together. They had learned to dance in the Spring breezes, bask lazily in the Summer sun and wash off in the cooling rains.

But it was Daniel who was Freddie’s best friend. He was the largest leaf on the limb and seemed to have been there before anyone else. It appeared to Freddie that Daniel was also the wisest among them. It was Daniel who told them that they were part of a tree. It was Daniel who explained that they were growing in a public park. It was Daniel who told them that the tree had strong roots which were hidden in the ground below. He explained about the birds who came to sit on their branch and sing morning songs. He explained about the sun, the moon, the stars, and the seasons.

Freddie loved being a leaf. He loved his branch, his light leafy friends, his place high in the sky, the wind that jostled him about, the sun rays that warmed him, the moon that covered him with soft, white shadows. Summer had been especially nice. The long hot days felt good and the warm nights were peaceful and dreamy. There were many people in the park that Summer. They often came and sat under Freddie’s tree. Daniel told him that giving shade was part of his purpose.

“What’s a purpose?” Freddie had asked.

“A reason for being,” Daniel had answered. “To make things more pleasant for others is a reason for being. To make shade for old people who come to escape the heat of their homes is a reason for being. To provide a cool place for children to come and play. To fan with our leaves the picnickers who come to eat on checkered tablecloths. These are all the reasons for being.”

Freddie especially liked the old people. They sat so quietly on the cool grass and hardly ever moved. They talked in whispers of times past. The children were fun, too, even though they sometimes tore holes in the bark of the tree or carved their names into it. Still, it was fun to watch them move so fast and to laugh so much.

But Freddie’s Summer soon passed. It vanished on an October night. He had never felt it so cold. All the leaves shivered with the cold. They were coated with a thin layer of white which quickly melted and left them dew drenched and sparkling in the morning sun. Again, it was Daniel who explained that they had experienced their first frost, the sign that it was Fall and that Winter would come soon.

Almost at once, the whole tree, in fact, the whole park was transformed into a blaze of color. There was hardly a green leaf left. Alfred had turned a deep yellow. Ben had become a bright orange. Clare had become a blazing red, Daniel a deep purple and Freddie was red and gold and blue. How beautiful they all looked. Freddie and his friends had made their tree a rainbow.

“Why did we turn different colors,” Freddie asked, “when we are on the same tree?”

“Each of us is different. We have had different experiences. We have faced the sun differently. We have cast shade differently. Why should we not have different colors?” Daniel said matter-of-factly. Daniel told Freddie that this wonderful season was called Fall.

One day a very strange thing happened. The same breezes that, in the past, had made them dance began to push and pull at their stems, almost as if they were angry. This caused some of the leaves to be torn from their branches and swept up in the wind, tossed about and dropped softly to the ground. All the leaves became frightened.

“What’s happening?” they asked each other in whispers.

“It’s what happens in Fall,” Daniel told them. “It’s the time for leaves to change their home. Some people call it to die.”

“Will we all die?” Freddie asked.

“Yes,” Daniel answered. “Everything dies. No matter how big or small, how weak or strong. We first do our job. We experience the sun and the moon, the wind and the rain. We learn to dance and to laugh. Then we die.”

“I won’t die!” said Freddie with determination. “Will you, Daniel?”

“Yes,” answered Daniel, “when it’s my time.”

“When is that?” asked Freddie.

“No one knows for sure,” Daniel responded.

Freddie noticed that the other leaves continued to fall. He thought, “It must be their time.” He saw that some of the leaves lashed back at the wind before they fell, others simply let go and dropped quietly. Soon the tree was almost bare.

“I’m afraid to die,” Freddie told Daniel. “I don’t know what’s down there.”

“We all fear what we don’t know, Freddie. It’s natural,” Daniel reassured him. “Yet, you were not afraid when Summer became Fall. They were natural changes. Why should you be afraid of the season of death?”

“Does the tree die, too?” Freddie asked.

“Someday. But there is something stronger than the tree. It is Life. That lasts forever and we are all a part of Life.”

“Where will we go when we die?”

“No one knows for sure. That’s the great mystery!”

“Will we return in the Spring?”

“We may not, but Life will.”

“Then what has been the reason for all of this?” Freddie continued to question. “Why were we here at all if we only have to fall and die?”

Daniel answered in his matter-of-fact way, “It’s been about the sun and the moon. It’s been about happy times together. It’s been about the shade and the old people and the children. It’s been about colors in Fall. It’s been about seasons. Isn’t that enough?”

“That afternoon, in the golden light of dusk, Daniel let go. He fell effortlessly. He seemed to smile peacefully as he fell. “Goodbye for now, Freddie,” he said.

Then, Freddie was all alone, the only leaf on his branch. The first snow fell the following morning. It was soft, white, and gentle; but it was bitter cold. There was hardly any sun that day, and the day was very short. Freddie found himself losing his color, becoming brittle. It was constantly cold and the snow weighed heavily upon him.

At dawn the wind came that took Freddie from his branch. It didn’t hurt at all. He felt himself float quietly, gently and softly downward. As he fell, he saw the whole tree for the first time. How strong and firm it was! He was sure that it would live for a long time and he knew that he had been part of its life and made him proud.

Freddie landed on a clump of snow. It somehow felt soft and even warm. In this new position he was more comfortable than he had ever been. He closed his eyes and fell asleep. He did not know that Spring would follow Winter and that the snow would melt into water. He did not know that what appeared to be his useless dried self would join with the water and serve to make the tree stronger. Most of all, he did not know that there, asleep in the tree and the ground, were already plans for new leaves in the Spring.

I remember the first time I heard the story. I was in the waiting area of a BJ’s Pizza. I cried.  Almost 17 years later I still cry whenever I read the story. Whenever I see leaves fall from a tree, I think of Freddie the Leaf. I know that the changing of the seasons is a good thing, and that with every death there is new life, but that does not mean that I  miss the ones who have passed any less. This week was a rough one for me. Some concerns were raised about my visa and for a few days I thought my trip home was in jeopardy. I needed a laugh, and I needed cheering up. When I was a kid, no one could make me laugh more than my grandma. I don’t know how she did it, but she always did. Funny voices, jokes, ridiculous pictures, she did it all. I could have used her humor this week. If she was alive she would have listened to me cry about my impending doom, and then she would have helped me plan a covert smuggling op that would allow me to sneak out of the UK and then back in for the start of the next term. She would have talked me through bribing boarder agents and how to sweet talk my way back into the country.

All of this is not to say that my mommy, David, and Lindsey did not do their best to get me to stop freaking out until I had all the information, but what I realize that I needed now was to be able to laugh at the absurdity of the situation. My mommy always tells me everything will work out in the end, and it turns out, she was right.

How about that?


One comment

  1. Michelle Davis · November 3, 2012

    The minute I saw the title I started crying. She had her flaws, but Grandma left such an impression, and a piece of her is in all of us. I have been thinking of her a lot lately. She would have been sitting right next to Jodi. No one would be prouder of the type of people you and and your brother and sister have become. I love you

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