And then, one day, the light mellowed into a golden glow, and the breezes rustling the treetops brought the first handfuls of leaves to the ground.
And we were so eager for it, so hungry for the cooler weather and the promise of pots of soup and thick socks and campfires with s’mores.
Summer is over.
It will make a brief resurgence no doubt; it always does.
But the colors are changing. The mornings are foggy. The nights have a decided chill.
I’m feeling the itch to get my fingers into my yarn. I cast on a cardigan for Alice in a lovely autumn color but I realize it will be a miracle if I finish it. She is decidedly not impressed with my attempts to have my hands occupied while I nurse her, and being idle while she’s occupied feels like a luxury I can’t afford in this season. But the desire is there, and that’s another sign that it’s fall. Being able to satisfy that particular itch is just a bonus right now.
You may not agree with me that autumn is the best season of the year. (You’re wrong, but that’s o.k.) You may not even be ready to say goodbye to the long days of summer. But you can’t deny that it’s time, and that the shift is here. What’s your favorite way to soak in the goodness of fall?