O Autumn, how I love you. Your first breezy gusts of cool along Summer's heated form, the rising mists, the emergence of color that, along with the calls of geese overhead, sends hearts soaring and minds quickening. My love of woolen things reemerges and hits its stride, my dreams of slow cooking, woodland hikes, and leaf-collecting mix with the dusting off of hiking boots, sweaters, and scarves. Can I knit a hat for everyone in the family? If only knitting at work were acceptable! Commuting to work in the damp, blue-grey mornings with patterns of orange and blooming-rust red amongst the green feels easier and more contemplative. Now is the time to lay in plans, jars of food, blankets, strategies, and hopes, and tuck in one's loved ones.
This is from the Wikimedia Commons, not mine, but appropriate....
What shall we dream up when we ready our nests? What plans will we lay in, as nuts to squirrels, as fat to bears, to dwell on this Winter?
In the beginning of Autumn, it is still hopeful, energizing, open, moving.
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