...and anyone who knows me well, knows that I like fall more than most people.
and by that I mean that I like fall more than most people like fall...
...but by that I also mean that I like fall more than I like most people.
Just Kidding.
Sort of.
...but by that I also mean that I like fall more than I like most people.
Just Kidding.
Sort of.
I really do love the season and I don't really recognize the Autumnal Equinox as the start of Fall as most people do. To me, Autumn is a state of mind and heart and it begins as soon as I sense it.
I spend nearly all of August watching for the slight signs of Autumn that no one else recognizes. Sometimes, it's the beloved peach stand down University Avenue. Sometimes, it's the lighting of the "Y" for fall graduation. Often, it's just the fact that it's August. In any event, it will begin for me and I will know it and I will be happy.
This year, Fall hit me unexpectedly. I was standing in our little bathroom/mudroom diligently folding clothes on a beautiful Saturday morning. Usually, I relish in the weekend sleeping in privileges but this morning, I awoke at 7:30, alert and ready for the day. I stayed in bed until 8:00, surprised by the earliness of the day. I crept around the house, getting little chores done and priding myself that I was awake before 10:00 (or noon for that matter) until D roused from the bed. Standing at the dryer, folding freshly cleaned clothes, I asked him to take out the garbage. With the creaking of the front door came a wonderful, familiar scent.
I spend nearly all of August watching for the slight signs of Autumn that no one else recognizes. Sometimes, it's the beloved peach stand down University Avenue. Sometimes, it's the lighting of the "Y" for fall graduation. Often, it's just the fact that it's August. In any event, it will begin for me and I will know it and I will be happy.
This year, Fall hit me unexpectedly. I was standing in our little bathroom/mudroom diligently folding clothes on a beautiful Saturday morning. Usually, I relish in the weekend sleeping in privileges but this morning, I awoke at 7:30, alert and ready for the day. I stayed in bed until 8:00, surprised by the earliness of the day. I crept around the house, getting little chores done and priding myself that I was awake before 10:00 (or noon for that matter) until D roused from the bed. Standing at the dryer, folding freshly cleaned clothes, I asked him to take out the garbage. With the creaking of the front door came a wonderful, familiar scent.
crispy air
I sensed it and smiled. Autumn was here early. I couldn't help but put out my Fall wreath and pumpkin pillows. I dragged my sister to the dollar store to pick out an abundance of cinnamon candles to fill my home with the aroma of holiday. It is still September but the Robertson home is decked out for Halloween.
I can't explain what it is about the season that brings me so much joy but I am aware of its presence every morning and mourn its passing when December arrives. But every time the season leaves I simply look forward to the next.
I can't explain what it is about the season that brings me so much joy but I am aware of its presence every morning and mourn its passing when December arrives. But every time the season leaves I simply look forward to the next.
Happy Fall!
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