As I was feeding our menagerie this afternoon, I finally saw them.
My first geese of the season.
It was a bit disconcerting to realize it was 80 degrees
and the humidity was thick enough to do really bad things
to naturally curly hair.
There they were, headed south.
I paused, thankful for the bit of respite this afternoon.
It was just the bit of hope I needed.
To me, this means cooler weather.
And sitting in the swing with a cat on my lap and tea in my hand.
And seeing my breath as I walk in the afternoons.
And books. Lots and lots of books.
It makes me feel creative.
I wanted to re-start my quilting project.
I wanted to begin those holiday paintings I have in mind.
I want to write some of the ideas that keep me company daily.
As always, I wanted to just sit and read and enjoy.
Perhaps the weather will eventually mimic what I'm seeing in nature.
My lawn isn't growing as fast and my flowers are slowing their blooming.
The leaves are gradually shedding leaves while
My animals are slowly adding their winter coats.
I try not to think about the fact I don't own a winter coat.
It's never really cold enough here.
But I have scarves and gloves and sweaters. Lots of sweaters.
Fall, I believe, is my favorite season.
And it's finally here.