Change of seasons

Summer is over and I already miss it. Slowly, slowly, I let go of it with a sense of melancholy; the long, busy days, greenery, gardens, coaxing flowers and vegetables into fullness, being outside in the warm fragrant air, hot sun on my skin, the smell and sound of rain.

As autumn deepens, mixed emotions swirl like falling leaves. I love the autumn with its crisp mornings, warm days and nippy evenings. Brilliant trees make my world an artist’s palette filled with shades of gold, red and orange. It’s a perfect time for sweaters, ball games, baking, camp fires, and outdoor work. I swish my feet as I walk along the street, leaving trails like I did when I was a little girl. I am filled with gratitude for my life and the beautiful planet we inhabit.

During these bright fall days I carry the knowledge that soon the trees will be bare, it will be cold, and the long winter will set in.

There’s a part of me very ready to curl up with a book, blanket, and cup of hot tea. Peace.

It is hard to believe that I’ve had more than 55 autumns. Perhaps I am in the autumn of life. My 30’s and 40’s were so busy with kids, activities, worry, striving, work, wanting, more, more, seeking answers to questions that have no answer. It’s a relief to sit back, let go, and just be.


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  1 comment for “Change of seasons

  1. Charlie
    October 14, 2014 at 8:54 pm

    Beautiful. Though I don’t think you’re done being busy, yet.

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