Autumn….
My favourite time of the year. I love sweater / jersey weather, and the rush of cool wind that sends leaves dancing around your ankles. I love the smell of cooking in autumn…apple pie, chilli and homemade bread….
The leaves seem to turn colours overnight, one day still a bright green and then in a blink, they are falling stars of orange, littering the yards with bright colours, reminding us of the turn of the wheel, the cycle of seasons is upon us again.
I feel closer to nature when the weather starts to dip. Winter’s bone-chilling freeze and summer’s sultry heat just aren’t in the same league as autumn. This time of year, you can wake up to a yard frosted with rime and leaves, and then by midafternoon it is warm enough to remove your coat when you are out working in the garden. The Harvest Moon lights the night for you as the sun sets earlier and earlier.
Coffee tastes better when the air is crisp. Apples are sweeter, senses are more alive overall.
I love my new autumn decoration that I made, a cinnamon broom decorated with orange and red leaves and a bright orange flower. A testament to the changing of the seasons, the turning of the wheel, the next part of the cycle. In autumn we begin to recede, to go to ground, huddle around for the dark and cold nights we know are coming.
Yet autumn is not without promise…we plant the bulbs we know will bloom in spring. We put our gardens tenderly to bed with layers of new-fallen leaves to keep the tender seedlings warm thruout the coming winter.
Autumn is tricky–it seems like a time of ending when yet it is a time of beginning as well. For does not everything that sleeps eventually awaken? Does not light always follow dark, as day follows night? Thus is this time of cycling the same. We say good bye to the summer sun, finish the rest of the harvest, yet at the same time, we lay the seeds for that which is yet to come.
I give thanks for this time of change, this chance to reap and sow.
I give thanks for the crisp mornings and fresh fallen leaves.
I give thanks for the crisp wind, the bright-edged sunlight that paints the trees in splashes of oranges and yellows.
I give thanks for this time of year, this cycle of seasons.
My favourite time of the year. I love sweater / jersey weather, and the rush of cool wind that sends leaves dancing around your ankles. I love the smell of cooking in autumn…apple pie, chilli and homemade bread….
The leaves seem to turn colours overnight, one day still a bright green and then in a blink, they are falling stars of orange, littering the yards with bright colours, reminding us of the turn of the wheel, the cycle of seasons is upon us again.
I feel closer to nature when the weather starts to dip. Winter’s bone-chilling freeze and summer’s sultry heat just aren’t in the same league as autumn. This time of year, you can wake up to a yard frosted with rime and leaves, and then by midafternoon it is warm enough to remove your coat when you are out working in the garden. The Harvest Moon lights the night for you as the sun sets earlier and earlier.
Coffee tastes better when the air is crisp. Apples are sweeter, senses are more alive overall.
I love my new autumn decoration that I made, a cinnamon broom decorated with orange and red leaves and a bright orange flower. A testament to the changing of the seasons, the turning of the wheel, the next part of the cycle. In autumn we begin to recede, to go to ground, huddle around for the dark and cold nights we know are coming.
Yet autumn is not without promise…we plant the bulbs we know will bloom in spring. We put our gardens tenderly to bed with layers of new-fallen leaves to keep the tender seedlings warm thruout the coming winter.
Autumn is tricky–it seems like a time of ending when yet it is a time of beginning as well. For does not everything that sleeps eventually awaken? Does not light always follow dark, as day follows night? Thus is this time of cycling the same. We say good bye to the summer sun, finish the rest of the harvest, yet at the same time, we lay the seeds for that which is yet to come.
I give thanks for this time of change, this chance to reap and sow.
I give thanks for the crisp mornings and fresh fallen leaves.
I give thanks for the crisp wind, the bright-edged sunlight that paints the trees in splashes of oranges and yellows.
I give thanks for this time of year, this cycle of seasons.
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