Fallin’ in Love with Fall … All Over Again
A bit behind schedule, my Halloween post never transpired. Didn’t even get a word on a page. So—scramble, scramble—just what should the [belated] post be about? Beats me … so I beat it out the door.
And took a long leisurely stroll through the cemetery.
It had always been the perfect place to unwind and de-stress—an opportunity to marvel at the beauty of nature, view magnificent birds, bypass a coyote or two, and feed the squirrels and chipmunks. Alas, when the City put a kibosh on feeding wildlife [or pay a hefty fine], I stopped walking there. I liked my furry friends. They liked me—or at least my offerings. I couldn’t go and NOT feed them.
And today, though many raced up to check out what I had [sadly, nothing, I apologized], I delighted in the afternoon constitutional. It led through crunching leaves and vivid foliage under a bright lemon sun, reminding me that I did so—do so—love this time of year.
Though not a fan of what follows fall, for a few weeks, I can happily embrace the swirling brisk breezes and swirling colors, and blustery Winnie-the-Pooh days. Too soon, they’ll pass, and frigid temps will roll in, the toque and mitts and flannel will be donned … and the teeth will chatter and cheeks and nose turn red. Brrrrrrrrrrr.
It’s all good though. Part of the never-ending cycle, at least in the northern hemisphere. [You know, to be perfectly honest, I could give living in all-year warm climes a definite try.]
