There are many things I love about summer.
The long, lazy days. My Girl home from school. Having her climb into bed with me in the mornings to snuggle, as the smell of coffee wafts up the staircase and breaks thru my sleepy haze as I hear JW clanking about in the kitchen.
The lovely feeling of no “have to’s” – well, at least on most days. Deciding what we feel like doing on that day. The serenade of the crickets and falling asleep to the bullfrog’s love song coming through my window. Staying up late and sleeping late.
Swimming and caramel colored skin. Letting hair dry naturally and carelessly tossing it up in a knot. Tank tops and painted toenails. Watching My Girl learn how to snorkel and do under water somersaults. The list goes on…
But autumn, now that’s the stuff of magic for me. When autumn spreads her golden gown, there is no happier time for me. No time when I feel more inspired, more creative, nor more at home in my own skin - with a cuddly sweater on, of course.
Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.
And that, I would!
October gave a party;
The leaves by hundreds came -
The Chestnuts, Oaks, and Maples,
And leaves of every name.
The Sunshine spread a carpet,
And everything was grand,
Miss Weather led the dancing,
Professor Wind the band.
~George Cooper, "October's Party"