This week autumn made itself felt. Our first winter storm came through, bringing rain and high winds, and the boys carried in wood and built the first fire of the season. Each morning I have to scrape frost from my windshield. I've put away the capris of summer, pulling out jeans and sweats and wool socks.
Autumn is my favorite season. The heat of summer wanes into crisp, clean days, a few cirrus clouds spreading across the skies, filmy mare's tails. The days grow shorter, and the apples ripen, blushing on the branches of our Pippin tree. The days are warm and pleasant; the night cool, often downright cold. We add another quilt to the bed at night. The boys stop watering the garden and start hauling firewood, our main source of heat in the house. I open the windows in the mornings to warm the house with temperate breezes, closing them when the sun dips, bringing coolness of evening, the opposite of summertime in which we open windows at night to cool the house and seal it up tight in the mornings to keep the rooms as comfortable as possible.
So with the arrival of autumn, I continue on the journey to One Thousand Gifts with the Gratitude Community at A Holy Experience as I thank God this day...
671. for the nearly full moon shimmering through evergreen branches in deep dusk
672. for midnight-blue skies illuminating silhouettes of pines in dusky twilight
673. for the neighbor strumming guitar, practicing Christmas music in early October evenings
674. for the first frost of the season icing morning windshields
675. for harvest of pumpkins from community garden
676. for persistent toad who keeps returning to visit my spa
677. for new milestones for my stories
678. for first winter storm, bringing oh-so-welcome rain
679. for warmth of wool socks and UGG-style boots
680. for late lazy sunrises and early sunsets as autumn days wane
So as pumpkins are harvested and harvest moons wink in chill evenings, I count the days of autumn, treasuring each one. We make popcorn, apple cider, and hot chocolate in afternoons, and soup reappears on our dinner menus. And we look forward to Thanksgiving, the day set aside here in the States for gratitude for the good gifts of God.
Journeying in gratitude, now and always,