Fall colors

The days grow shorter and the leaves are beautiful colors of orange, yellow and red. The Suns warmth is fading and I know winter is coming. Yet, the vibrant colors of the changing leaves, the bountiful harvest of the field, and the gracious gathering from the garden are all reasons to rejoice and be thankful.
So why is it then that my mood doesn’t reflect the vibrant trees? Why is it I resonate more with the tired grey grass and the wilted lilies? I feel a sadness as I morn the going of summer. I think I was meant to live somewhere warm… All year…seriously. Oh dear I already miss the touch if the warm sunshine.
I shouldn’t feel bad, for today was a perfect fall day. Warm by fall standards, no wind, the leaves crunching beneath my sons feet for the first time. A smile crosses my face. And yet I feel tired, unmotivated, bored, impatient like the evergreen trees waiting for the first snow to touch their branches and show off their true beauty. Yes I feel like I am waiting for something,
My fall color isn’t red or orange or yellow, it’s blue. I guess summer means so much more to me then I thought. So I’ve decided that’s it okay for me to be sad that fall is here, to be sad to see summer go. We need to morn for loss before we can move on. And I know summer will be back if only I can get through the winter. I will hold onto that thought but I hate waiting. I am not nearly as patient as I wish I was. But for my sake and the sake of my family I have to shake this mood. Like a fall tree dropping all its leaves on the ground. Bare, stripped away and ready to start anew. Yes that is what I need to do, let it all go and see the true joy of the colors of fall. That and take my vitamin D. (There’s a lot of truth to that too) : )

Autumn Arrives

What an absolutely perfect Autumn day in Canada today. It was warm and a light breeze and the colorful leaves in the trees are breathtaking. I was out and about today, headed to the city, and was driving the beautiful back country roads. I believe that fall can only truly be appreciated on these back roads, where the coulees and hillsides are full of changing leaves and the fields are being harvested by combines driven by people like my husband.  The ditches turn a burnt orange, not from the grass, but from the leaves that fall there. Many times today I thought how wonderful it is to see these fall landscapes in person, not just on a calendar, and these areas are picture perfect in my mind. My neighbor brought me a beautiful bouquet of sunflowers the other-day in many colors. As a florist, fall was always my favorite time of  year for all the many colored sunflowers. Yes the many beautiful  signs of autumn are all around us, but in Canada, another sure sign that summer is over and Autumn has arrived, is the furnace kicks in around 4am. I heard it the other morning as I was putting the baby back to bed after a nighttime feeding.  And as strange as it seems, for me the sound of the furnace means the seasons have definitely changed.

This time of year also means putting away the fans we used twice this summer and hauling out the room heaters.  Are we crazy to live in a country where houses need heaters 9 months of the year, and cars HAVE to have a block heater? Where we complain how hot it is in August and wish we had air conditioning for like one week each year? Can we really justify the price of airconditioning? I have a friend who did! He said it was +33 Celsius in his house this summer for more than two days. Lol. So…. in went the air conditioner, just in time for the change of season.

Yep we live in a country where warm jackets hang on our hooks all year, and I’m still not sure why I bother to put the toques and mitts away for summer. But my mom often says how blessed we are to experience the different seasons, to see the trees change colors, and the fresh white snow in winter, and then the new grass peaking through the snow in spring. The changing seasons in Canada and particularly in our province are beautiful and breathtaking if you take a step back and just look.

When I was young the changing seasons even inspired me to write a poem and I submitted it into a contest. My poem was accepted to be published in a book compiling all of  the winning poems. So I guess you could say I’m published??? I wonder if I could find that book now on Amazon.ca, Wouldn’t that be strange.

Anyway I got sidetracked. I’ve made myself a warm drink and am cuddled in my housecoat thinking of all the beautiful things I saw on this fall day, and then I am reminded of another reason I enjoy Autumn. In my Family it is birthday season (if there is such a thing) In my immediate family there are 6 of us who have fall birthdays. Including, ahhhh, my own! But I’ll just focus on everyone else for now. It really is true that the older you get, birthdays are not such a big deal. Maybe it’s that we enjoy our kids birthdays more as we see the joy in there faces and feel the love in our hearts for what we created. Maybe it that we understand that life will continue around us no matter what age we are, or maybe there are less “milestones” after that coveted 18/ 21. I know there are “big” birthdays, but as an adult, your birthday isn’t about the gifts you get, or the icing color on the cake, or even where you go or what you do, but whats most important is who you are with. Your loved ones, your friends, your family.  I hope that I can teach my own children that it’s not the gifts that matter, but the people who bought them.

Well I’m raising my coffee mug, to a toast, to a wonderful season and hopefully a great harvest for my husband too.  And to his birthday too and my mom’s and my dad’s birthday and his dad’s and, well you get the point. Autumn is a great time of year, even if it means summer is officially over.