
I'd really rather have fall and winter months throughout my ideal year. Love the concept of nestling down. The smell of the oven with marvelous foods therein (I try to keep the oven to a minimum in the summertime and even gage cooking times for the cool of the evening). But not in the fall and winter. The smell of cinnamon and apples, slow cooked baked beans, a rosemary and red wine pot roast.Ah these are the small blessings which encourage reflection and inspire and provide solace. Even the colors of burnt umber,the spectrum of browns, deep reds and leaf yellows are more soothing to my soul. The touch of cashmere, and the glam of boots! I am left cold by flowered summer frocks and shorts. No inspiration therein at all. But a fur vest...now there's a smile from me. Summertime, to me is contrivedwith literal brightness and glare. Fall brings me normalcy and symmetry.
That's what today feels like, and it is so refreshing and calming. I can smell fall in the early morning air! It has always been my favorite season as I have grown older, now in my Fall phase of my life.
Years ago, my favorite season was spring and it would run a close second. Nothing is more satisfying that taking a cup of coffee/tea outside to sit on the porch in my robe and listen to the sweet sound of birds at the beginning of their day and smelling the dew-wet grass and earth. It is an inspiring moment and everything is right in the world, if only for those moments alone with nature.
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