Shorter Days, Longer Nights
The change in season is becoming obvious now. It's been warm the past couple of days, but it's a shallow warmth, not the deep heat of summer. The light is different, not as bright. The fireflies are gone. The black walnut trees in our backyard are looking sparser, with fewer leaves and more round, green walnuts visible (soon they'll be falling to whack us on the head as we sit by the fire pit!). Flocks of Canada geese have been flying overhead and resting in the nearby reservoir on their migration journeys. Mornings have been gray, the sun blocked by dense, thick fog until well after sunrise. Evening dark comes earlier.
My love ripped out our garden last weekend, and we're preparing to plant garlic that will sprout come spring. Soon we'll be putting in the storm windows and firing up the radiators. And not that I'm anxious for cold weather, but my favorite way to spend fall and winter evenings is to light tealight candles in various decorative holders around the living room and relax in front of the fireplace with a book. I miss those times during the spring and summer months. I'm looking forward to them starting again.
Every winter, I have all kinds of aspirations to make homemade soups and take up baking. LOL - it never happens! I do the cooking in our house (except for grilling - he's the grill master!), and I never mind it, but that doesn't mean I enjoy long, involved food prep of any kind. Still, I've been wanting to bake our own bread for quite some time. Maybe this year.
Flannel sheets are now a thing of the past, thanks to hot flashes - but maybe colder weather means I'll be able to sleep comfortably again!
As much as I'm enjoying the transition from summer to fall, it makes me melancholy, too - it always has, and I've never been able to put my finger on why. I love true fall, but this right now is the in-between time - not quite summer, not quite fall. This is my least favorite time of year. Maybe it's because spring and summer are so bursting with life, and seeing everything gradually fade, from the light in the air to the fields and trees all around, clearly reminds me that something has ended. Give it a few weeks, though, and the world will be bright colors and earthy fragrances, cozy clothes and invigorating air. Autumn will come into its own, and I can't wait.
What are your favorite aspects of fall? Feel free to share in the comments!
Have a great weekend!