Change of Season

Even though I’ve barely taken in the fact that it is September, I see signs of Autumn approaching. More and more of the leaves on the weeping willow are turning yellow, here and there I see some red leaves among all the green in the woods, and the quality of the sunlight is changing. The daylight has a more golden tone – a subtle change that will become stronger as we move further into Fall. We had a big rainstorm last night due to Hanna coming up the East Coast. It was very windy and a hard rain fell. We needed the rain badly, but when I got up this morning there were many more leaves on the ground than there would be with a summer storm.

Autumn is my favorite season, but I also feel a touch of melancholy at this time of year. Summer is fading, my garden has started its decline, it is getting cooler at night – all signs that we are moving into a seasonal change that will eventually take us to Winter. Perhaps it is that knowledge – that Winter is closer than ever – that brings a bit of sadness. Whatever it is, I feel it today.

So I’m cleaning, doing laundry, washing floors, and thinking about getting back to my quilt-in-progress. That’s another sign of the change of seasons; after high heat and humidity all summer, I begin to feel a strong urge to quilt. My sewing machine is under our skylight – no air conditioner nearby – so I tend to stay away from it in the summer. But now? I am ready to get back at it.

More later.