Three weeks ago we had a blizzard. Now we are delighting in extended Indian summer. Leaves of gold and rust and scarlet cling tenaciously to branches, crispy curls of brown leaves let go and drift on chilly breezes. Fallen leaves make brilliant patch work quilts in all of our yards and children shuffle through the piles gleefully. My neighbors scurry about watering, mowing, trimming lawns, thinking this will be the last time till spring. I’m replacing century old drafty windows, caulking and buttoning up before winter really arrives. A cold wind and skiff of snow blew in yesterday after a glorious 60° day on Sunday. I’m starting to think about winter projects like baking, knitting and sewing, more frequent writing. It’s that time.
I love autumn with its busyness, its chill in the air, its anticipation of winter wonders just around the corner. Snows and blustery winds will come soon enough. For now, I’ll soak up this autumn beauty for as long as it lasts.
I hope the loveliness of the season surrounds you, wherever you may be. . . . . . .
I love autumn with its busyness, its chill in the air, its anticipation of winter wonders just around the corner. Snows and blustery winds will come soon enough. For now, I’ll soak up this autumn beauty for as long as it lasts.
I hope the loveliness of the season surrounds you, wherever you may be. . . . . . .
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