Approaching Autumn

There is a shift in the season starting already. The temperature has been cool for this time of year.  In the early morning as I walk on the dew drenched grass I hear the crickets and the cardinals and a crow screeches somewhere in the distance.  Some garden flowers seem fatigued, their blooms fading and leaves browning.  Autumn is approaching slowly but surely.

My Autumn is approaching as well.  Though I am not old, I am no longer young.  The Spring and Summer of my life have passed and I am entering a new phase.  The shifts and changes in my body are unmistakable and unstoppable.

I approach this age with some trepidation.  Wishing that time was not creeping up on me so quickly, that age would remain just a number and not be imprinted on my body. But I will try to enter my Autumn with as much ease and grace as I can.  I will try to live without regrets.  To know that where I am is where I am meant to be.  That the many twists and turns, hills and valleys along my path were there for a reason.  I will do my best to enjoy this new season of mine.  After all, Autumn has always been my favourite season.

“Is not this a true autumn day? Just the still melancholy that I love - that makes life and nature harmonise. The birds are consulting about their migrations, the trees are putting on the hectic or the pallid hues of decay, and begin to strew the ground, that one's very footsteps may not disturb the repose of earth and air, while they give us a scent that is a perfect anodyne to the restless spirit. Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns."

[Letter to Miss Eliot, Oct. 1, 1841]” 
― George Eliot


“I'm so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.” 
― L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables