Fall snuck up on me.
And my home didn’t seem fall-y. And for a moment I felt a little guilty. Somehow fall is coming even if I didn’t usher it in with pretty things the color of candy corn.
So, I made a meal in the crock pot.
I lit a fall-smelling candle.
I left the doors open even with the risk of a five-pound horse fly getting in.
I wore that pumpkin-colored scarf that Caroline gave me and accidentally left it sitting out on the coffee table. It looks like fall.
Every night we watch a few episodes of Andy Griffith with the boys and the goal is to guess the episode first. My husband usually wins. Our favorite episode? Dogs, Dogs, Dogs.
I sat on the porch with a fresh book while the boys played football in the front yard.
“Even if something is left undone, everyone must take time
to sit still and watch the leaves turn.”
– Elizabeth Lawrence
Even though I have hardly any fall decorations out, even though the yellow mum my parents brought is dying of thirst and wilted, fall is here. Fall is here and I’m embracing the fact that seasons and sceneries change whether we are ready or not. And maybe that’s a good thing because if it were up to me, I would have forgotten to change the dial over to fall this year.
I think I long for things to stay the same and slow down, but when I play out my longings I realize if I got my wish, that would be cruel. My boys would be perpetual 10-year-olds and boys are made for growing up. Once again, I am so glad I’m not in charge.
Pumpkins are here just for a season. Boys are 10 years old just for a season, and oh yeah, maybe that’s why we celebrate things. So that we remember to see them before they are gone.
“I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.”
― L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables
Fall is ticking away. I hope I remember to stop and listen to the crunching of the leaves, but how could I forget? Maybe that’s why they are crunchy in the first place.
For everything there is a season, and a time for every purpose under heaven.
– Ecclesiastes 3:1