A Week of Fall Weather in New Jersey
“Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall” –F. Scott Fitzgerald
But fall doesn’t really exist in Southern California where I live. In fact it’s hard to feel like seasons exist at all when it’s constantly 70 degrees and sunny. Without external clues from the passing seasons it is easy for time to escape without warning.
I’m 27 and I still get homesick. I grew up on the East Coast where fall was my favorite season as the hot and humid New Jersey summer days gave way to crisp fall afternoons. I remember fall as a time when I would go apple picking with my family and go shopping with my mom for a new back to school wardrobe, butterflies in my stomach signaling the anxiety of new classes and unexpected experiences. I get nostalgic just thinking about it and nostalgia leads to a need for a northeastern “fall fix” and this year, as in most years, I returned to my parents’ home in New Jersey for the last week in September. While fall wasn’t in full force yet it still did the trick.
As I drove to my family home in Long Valley from the airport, I knew it was a good choice. Our home is in a farm town and as we drove along there were corn mazes and pumpkin sales and signs for apple cider. It was a crisp clear day and as I looked up from the valley, I saw the nearby mountains covered in colorful leaves, vibrant oranges and yellows. Yes, it was good to be home.
My memories of fall are multi-faceted. Sometimes it is about clothes. Fall is the perfect blend of weather when you can wear jeans and a light jacket or sweater and be comfortable. This is my ideal wardrobe combination, which I tend to wear in any other given temperature anyway but in fall it can be worn comfortably.
Sometimes fall is about comfort. At night when it’s chilly outside my Dad always builds a fire in the fireplace because my mom is always cold. My family has this big blue sectional couch in the living room and one of my favorite things about being home is laying on the couch in my corner spot (it’s the best seat) with a big blanket over me surrounded by Remi, Fenway and Dixie, our British labs.
And sometimes fall is about activity. When I was home, I made my family go apple picking with me. We drove down the road to Melick’s Town Farm in Califon, NJ and took out baskets out into the rows of apple trees. I always make sure my brother, Josh, comes with us because he’s 6’3” and can reach the coveted untouched apples at the top of the tree. Most of the farms also have giant pumpkin patches. I always loved going out into the fields and picking out our own pumpkins to decorate. There’s a photo at home of my younger brother and I in the middle of a field as kids attempting to hold up our “too big to carry” choices of pumpkins with our gap-toothed grins.
(And it is not just me that loves fall activities. Several of the local farms around our town are famous for their apple picking, pumpkin picking, hayrides, corn mazes and any other fall activity you can think of. People come from New York City to get the outdoor fall experience in towns like ours. It’s the type of place where there are competing farms and everyone has their town favorite – whether it’s bigger farms like Ort’s or Alstede’s or smaller one’s like Melick’s.)
When tiring of apple picking, there is always cider and donuts. Another farm near my family’s house, Hacklebarney Cider Mill is famous for their apple products. I remember taking field trips there in elementary school and learning about how the cider gets made. Now the lines can reach the road so it’s best to get there when they open to pick up a dozen cider donuts tossed in cinnamon sugar or powdered sugar and a gallon jug of their apple cider.
And of course, what would fall be without football. Once September hits it also means football season and with it comes tailgating, one of my personal favorite pastimes, cheering on Alabama football and the Patriots (I know, I know). Even if watching the game isn’t a preference, there is always the food. From dips and barbecue to burgers, wings and nachos - football food is comforting.
The week flew by and soon it was time to leave colorful leaves and crisp autumn days and return to my husband and my Southern California home. While I had a wonderful time, I knew that after fall comes winter and that soon, 70 degrees in Southern California would not seem so bad after all.