Traditions of Fall

October 10, 2007

The other day we found our first wooly worm of the year. No, we don’t call them caterpillars around here. They are bonafide “wooly” worms. Each fall we see the first one and then ensues the conversation of the coming winter.


Somewhere among the years of my childhood I heard over and over that the wooly worm’s color will tell of the coming winter. I’m sure that this in an old wives tail. . .or is it? Does anyone else out there no about this? I would love to hear your take on it!!

Some years the woolies are all black. This was indicative of a hard winter all the way through. Some years they are black on one end, brown in the middle and then black on the other end. These were years of both sorts of weather.

Maybe the color actually indicates the type of worm that it is. . .I dunno.

So in looking at this wooly, I wasn’t sure of the weather forecast. I don’t think I have ever seen a wooly with this particular coloring: just a black tipped end with a brown body. He was sure cute and fun to play with. . .until he pooped green on Jaden’s hand.

The other tradition that we typically took part in each year was the cutting open of the persimmon seed. My Grandparents had a persimmon tree in their yard and so we did this every fall. When the persimmons are ripe and falling off the tree, you get the seed out of the middle and cut it in half lengthwise. Inside is the resemblance of an eating utensil. Usually we would see spoons or knives, and they really are there. Each fall we would cut these open to see what the winter would hold. We were never really for certain what the symbols represented but we surmised that the spoon would be lots of winter, the knife would indicate ice, and the fork represents a mild winter (I actually just looked this up on the Farmer’s Almanac and they said this was usually pretty accurate and these were the meanings of the untensils.)

Here is a picture I found on the almanac of persimmon seeds.

I love these little traditions that come about each year when the air is crisp and the leaves are turning their favorite colors to celebrate the season. It takes me back to happy times on the farm or nature discovery as a kid. What great memories!

If someone out there has other Fall Traditions they do, I would love to hear about them!

Here’s a couple of other woolies that I found that night I took the picture of the worm.

This was too cute to pass up putting on here.



5 responses to Traditions of Fall

  1. What cute lil woolies you got there karen!!!

    Sorry I missed class lastnight! How did it go? did Stacey Behave? lol

    Take care and see you soon!

  2. I knew that brown was warmer and black cold, but what always thru me off was the white ones. Any help here, anyone, on the meaning? Hee he he :eek

  3. By the way, your own little woolies are real cute. They sure are growing.

  4. I like your little woolies–how darned cute are they! See you Sunday–unless you come tonight–7pm. Please???xoxo

  5. Wow, I love hearing about traditions that I had never heard of before, and both of these fall under that category. It is amazing but you really can see the utensils in those seed cross sections. Cool.