While I work to edit photos and write the words that will explain to you what I did this summer, I’m thrilled autumn has arrived and have accepted that winter will follow.
The list of projects outside is slowly whittling down but it’s not finished, won’t be for another couple of years. Yet, even knowing I couldn’t get all the work done this summer I felt relief knowing the season was coming to and end.
Each of us have that one thing that reminds us summer is officially over.
For me it’s the start of football. As I sat down and turned on the Steeler game I picked up a new cross stitch project. I can’t sit idly and stare at a screen, something has to be in my hands. I’ve also had opportunities since the cooler weather arrived to pick up a book and find I can read more than a few pages before falling soundly asleep. I was seriously sleep deprived this summer.
This was the first time since the warm weather arrived that I’d picked up fabric and needle and it felt good. At that moment I realized I was ready to move into the rest period of the year (winter).
The years are a series of phases, never-ending pattern like a circle. No real beginning or end they just quietly merge together to form the whole that are our experiences.
Spring is rebirth and with it I want to be outside breathing the clean air and seeing the bursts of color in the trees and along the ground. I take my time assessing the damage and planning the work I want to accomplish while the weather is nice. Spring is also the time others come out and we reconnect and catch up.
Summer is filled with work. Whether that work is on the house, in the gardens, or building and refinishing projects I don’t want to work on inside where a mess is harder to clean up. It’s also the time I get to sit back and watch with wonder the little ones exploring nature and testing their limits.
When I was school age I saw summers as that time to be free of the restraints the classroom imposed and spent many hours camping or simply sitting under a tree with a book. Without the scheduled days of a school year summers don’t have that same feel any more.
In Autumn there’s still work to be done. Summer things need putting away. Garden tools need to be inspected and cared for before packed away safely from the elements of winter. There will be leaves to be raked, one of my favorite pleasures but with shorter days and cooler nights it’s time to reacquaint myself with what rest feels like again.
And then there’s winter. In the beginning I love winter. I bring out the blankets and sweaters relishing in the cocoon they offer just like a child with a favorite blanket who finds comfort from his. After the first snowfall, I have to admit I always thought bears had the best idea, find a nice spot and hibernate. I never thought I would mind sleeping through the rest of winter and waking to spring but as age progresses even the dreaded feeling of cold isn’t enough to make me want to miss a moment of living.
While football reminded me what I love about Autumn, Autumn didn’t officially arrive until this past week, for once I think I’m ready for it and rest.
What is your favorite season?