Fall is my mom’s favorite season. At 1733, leaves, pumpkins, various ancient Thanksgiving crafts cover tables, the front door and counters. Fall is a time to be noticed and to celebrate. Celebrate that school is mostly adjusted to and the weather (even in California) is cool enough (and possibly rainy enough) to bring out cider and hot chocolate. Dad begins to make fires in the kitchen fireplace before breakfast and in the living room after dinner.
Or say that the end and the beginning were always there
Before the beginning and after the end
And all is always now.
I’ve always appreciated fall, but never loved it the way my mom did. That is, until I spent several months in Oxford. The biting air, the deep colors of changing trees, the necessity of hot drinks to thaw out after the rainy ride home– these taught me to see fall. They opened my eyes to even the subtlety of a Southern California fall.
Late afternoon runs might be the height of autumn enjoyment. Throughout my six miles yesterday afternoon, I ran through both La Mirada Park and Creek Park. The light streamed between the trees, golden and so tangible that I was surprised when I couldn’t catch and hold it between my fingers.
The evening was only made better by steaming tomato soup for dinner, and a pre-bed mug of homemade hot chocolate from Amanda.
Happy Autumn, dear friends. Make a fire, brew a hot drink, find a book and curl up with someone you love– it’s really the most proper way to celebrate.
Rebecca
You’re so poetical. I love it. And I love autumn!
And amethysts. 😉