"There truly is something magically enjoyable and inspiring
that happens when one season ends, and another begins.
I think it’s because the start
of each season also provides us with a new beginning.
With each new season, our environment changes around us,
and we are all brought along for the ride. A renewed energy
comes alive within us when this happens."
AMANDA, Tulip & Sage blog
I had been hanging onto Summer's coattails all month, but now that Autumn is officially here, my soul settles into this most favourite season. Lamps get turned on earlier as days grow shorter; for me that's a cozy feeling. It's time, then, for twinkle lights, candles, BC McIntosh apples, pumpkin spice lattes, and woolly sweaters, to name a few.
I washed windows yesterday. It was a pleasant task; the air was crisp and balmy at the same time—even as the breeze bites, it soothes. Although not many birds out, the bees were busy in the sedums. I'm surprised as days grow shorter to see new blossoms opening on one hydrangea (above), while from another (at the bottom) I snipped the aging but still gorgeous blooms to dry for winter bouquets.
After supper last night, I went out to drop a birthday card in the mailbox. I love the evening light at this time of year. A quietness creeps over the neighbourhood. Walking back to the house, I saw this stunning bloom on Peace Rose. Oh my! It bloomed beautifully all summer, but this rose seemed the most exquisite of all. If Mom were nearby and there wasn't Covid, I'd be taking this to her for her own bedside table—since it is her rosebush that makes so many of us happy. Instead, I set it on my own table; it was the last thing I saw before switching off the lamp.
“Keep good company, read good books, love good things and
cultivate soul and body as faithfully as you can.”
LOUISA MAY ALCOTT, Rose in Bloom
A Few Autumn Favourites
—the sound of skittering leaves on the sidewalk
—watching the leaves fall from the trees on a windy day
—a warm sweater or scarf on a cool morning
—pumpkin spice lattes
—shadows and cozy lamps in corners
—walking on a pile of crunchy leaves
—comfort food like apple crisp and corn chowder
—Canadian Thanksgiving in a couple of weeks
—bouquets of twigs and leaves
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There is an exquisite hint of peach in the eastern sky—the morning has dawned here.
So I'll sign off and wish you a pleasant weekend.