It is the time of the year when the day starts out bright and sunny, but it is not very long. The leaves are golden and mostly on the ground. Everyone is saying “We had a good fall this year”, which is code for “it is still mild, and not a single snow flake in sight”. Everyone knows it’s coming. It won’t be long.
People start to feel down, when it’s getting dark by 4pm and a long evening is ahead. I just see it as endless time to get cozy. Huddle with the cats in front of the fireplace, and light cashmere fir scented candles. Slow down. Drink hot peppermint tea. Watch a Hitchock movie. Read a book. Unpack the water color palette and paint the pages in my planner. Knit mittens.
Life slows down in the winter months, at least in the evenings. During the short days, everyone is busy, rushes to the stores, buys thanksgiving décor, the first holiday presents, and grabs cans of green beans and jars of crunchy onions on the way out. The chicken man at the FM has a long list of organic, local turkey orders. There is red and gold or silver everywhere, and a buzz in the air. Memories of Christmas and Thanksgiving past bubble up and shape the hopes for the coming season. We will be busy until the Holidays and New Years. Then, at least in New England, the cold and the snow will come. And skiing season. And more firewood.
So, there is plenty to look forward to.