It won't be long before glimpses like these will be only a faint memory. Ordinarily fall - with its crisp, cool days, changing leaves, piled on blankets, and the promise of the holidays - is enough to make me giddy with delight, but lately I'm finding myself clinging tightly to these last slipping-away days of summer.
Our vegetable garden, extraordinarily lush the past few months, now looks as weary and exhausted as I feel, without the harvest we have come to expect from past summers (not including, of course, the 2,001 zucchini we finally managed to use up last night). I don't know what happened this year. She was all batting eyelashes and peeking cleavage before slipping away into the night. I guess you learn something new every year.
Already I'm having to take a sweater along on my morning walk, and last year we saw our first snow in early October. I should be looking forward to it, I know, but I've never been all that good with change.
Yet, I do have a few ideas brewing for fall crafting. And then there's the baking and the snuggling under piles of blankets. So maybe change isn't all that bad. But I think I'll hold on to these last warm days just a little longer. While I still can.
I miss you! I welcome little changes, but not when its all at once, and sudden like the slamming of a door. Because the heart needs to be redeemed and made new, that cant always happen if its always summer. Besides, how can I get you to visit here, if its never winter there?! LOL
Posted by: Danielle | September 12, 2012 at 10:21 AM