Does it seem trite to write about the season, autumn? Today I am feeling very grateful for the season. It is brisk and beautiful out, and it caused me to stop and think about what I love about autumn:
- Coyotes yapping more than usual
- Warm afghans on the couch
- Wood neatly stacked on the back porch
- Hearthside chats
- Color of its own, not found in other seasons
Each season has its own pleasure, but autumn seems to me to be the most peaceful. Summer and Winter are extremes that my aging self is finding harder and harder to tolerate.
Winter sometimes has hushed beauty, but it is interspersed with hardship.
For me, autumn marks the end of my relentless mowing tasks and summer heat. It is a time to rest and await the winter.
Hope you are all feeling this, too.