original date 09/11/2015
There is truly something special about this time of year........I can almost touch it, that beckoning sensation called Autumn. Each day, it gets closer and closer. Like a hot and sticky day running crazily from a rain, Autumn seems to wait just outside these last few hot and sticky days of summer, and with patience, the reward will be a cool rush of relief.
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Like so many other beginnings, this small tidbit from 2.5 years ago has sat in draft mode, uncompleted, waiting to be shared. I don't even remember writing it, the context for its creation long since gone like the 2 Autumns since it's beginning.
A constant is my love for Autumn and the waited anticipation of its arrival each Summer's end. As Winter begins to fade slowly into Spring now, I know that in a few months, Autumn will once again beckon beyond the hot sticky days, and I will have another chance to enjoy the cool breezes and slower days.
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Sep 2019 and the sweet promise of Autumn whispers in the rustle of falling leaves. The trees this year dropped loads of sap, coating everything in a sticky mess in mid August. Then, the leaves began to fall, and as the days grow shorter, so too does the temperate lower. I truly can feel the promise of Autumn already beckoning.
I'm enjoying the magic of an ordinary day ------------- sipping rich, warm coffee while Sophie plays in the kitchen floor and watching the birds playing in the backyard. It's still summer technically, and the weather will be up around mid 90s by late afternoon, but for now, it feels and looks like Autumn, with my summer flowers still in bloom.
More and more each year, I am so contented in the sweet slowness of this new life I've created. This slowness has permitted me to enjoy those slow quiet moments even more.
There is truly something special about this time of year........I can almost touch it, that beckoning sensation called Autumn. Each day, it gets closer and closer. Like a hot and sticky day running crazily from a rain, Autumn seems to wait just outside these last few hot and sticky days of summer, and with patience, the reward will be a cool rush of relief.******
Like so many other beginnings, this small tidbit from 2.5 years ago has sat in draft mode, uncompleted, waiting to be shared. I don't even remember writing it, the context for its creation long since gone like the 2 Autumns since it's beginning.
A constant is my love for Autumn and the waited anticipation of its arrival each Summer's end. As Winter begins to fade slowly into Spring now, I know that in a few months, Autumn will once again beckon beyond the hot sticky days, and I will have another chance to enjoy the cool breezes and slower days.
***
Sep 2019 and the sweet promise of Autumn whispers in the rustle of falling leaves. The trees this year dropped loads of sap, coating everything in a sticky mess in mid August. Then, the leaves began to fall, and as the days grow shorter, so too does the temperate lower. I truly can feel the promise of Autumn already beckoning.
I'm enjoying the magic of an ordinary day ------------- sipping rich, warm coffee while Sophie plays in the kitchen floor and watching the birds playing in the backyard. It's still summer technically, and the weather will be up around mid 90s by late afternoon, but for now, it feels and looks like Autumn, with my summer flowers still in bloom.
More and more each year, I am so contented in the sweet slowness of this new life I've created. This slowness has permitted me to enjoy those slow quiet moments even more.
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