Fall, in all its glory, is a beautiful season. One of my favorites. Leaves change color, flaming crimson and bright, newly-minted gold, lending the trees the appearance of large, glorious bouquets. Days grow shorter, temperatures cooler. The large crab apple trees at the end of the driveway were the first to drop their leaves and I walk to the mailbox on a crisp carpet of curled brown husks that crackle underfoot. It’s football season. Days of cozy, comfortable clothing, long sleeves and sweaters, before the need for heavier outer wear. Chili-making days, apple crisp-baking days, scenting the house with mouth-watering aromas. The Pumpkin Spice craze is in full swing.
We draw inward in cooler weather, contemplating the season just past (where did Summer go, anyway?!). It’s a time to take stock, to reflect on what no longer serves us…to leave behind old ways of being and doing and find the courage to embrace a truer path. To begin building the chrysalis in which we will slumber for a time, emerging renewed in the light of a distant Spring.
As so often happens when I sit down to write, this post has taken a different pathway than the one I originally envisioned. Fall and its beauty are fleeting, over before we can reach out to grasp it as it passes by, and I am reminded that time waits for no one. My wish for you–my readers and friends– is that you will be present to each new day and the gifts it contains, because it will not come again.