|Fall along the shore of Long Pond in Fiskdale.|
I have been on the other side when November 12th rolled around, and I stopped and looked around me at the bare trees, grey skies, and cold air, and wondered what the heck happened, and where was I when it did.
No more. I gave up all that distraction years, and years ago. Now, I am very in tune to the changes, and enjoy each one as if I am turning pages in a really good book.
Usually, I won't buy mums until Fall is here, but this year I felt that the color was missing in the yard, and I splurged a bit early. I'll take down the Summer wreath from the front door today. In a few weeks, after the first frost, I'll remove the annuals, cut back the perennials, and begin cleaning up around the yard. While I am putzin' about outside I will be planning our next adventure inside the house. I like to do inside projects in the Fall and Winter, but this year I was sidetracked, and refurbished the kitchen in July and August, and rebuilt the bathroom floor, as well. It felt strangely out of season.
As we spend more time on this planet, we find ourselves developing more, and more routines like those I perform each Fall. Routines can be comfortable, familiar acts that give us solace when we are performing them. This is how closing one season in the yard, and preparing for the next one affects a lot of us, it's comfortable. Such simple rituals, but they bring on that wonderful peaceful, easy feeling.
In the late Winter, very early Spring, I react differently to the changes about me; I get a yearning, and excitement for all things green, bright, and warm. In the fall, it is the winding down from all that, and time to put away, rest, and renew.
It is very much a peaceful, easy feeling.