The Promise of Fall

This afternoon I was cleaning the house, trying to get as much done as I could before it was time to pick up the kids.  As I was folding the couch blankets I thought I heard a noise outside and looked up.  What I saw took my breath away.  Outside, the afternoon light was shining through the trees and casting the yard in a beautiful glow.  Some of the leaves had just started the change from green to gold.  It was a hypnotic sight and I abandoned my cleaning to run outside as if being summoned by some siren. 

I stood, barefoot on the brick and gazed around.  Fall is right around the corner, and its starting to make it’s presence known.  Growing up in Hawaii, I lived in a perpetual summer, and never minded it a bit.  After over ten years, the changing seasons are still somewhat magical.  I still get excited for the first snow fall, but grow weary of winter after a while.  I can’t wait to shed my coat in the spring but it has turned out to be a lot more mud and wind than I bargained for.  But fall...  I absolutely love fall. 

Although it isn’t quite time for cozy sweaters and hats, I can feel it coming.  And my interrupted afternoon of cleaning was a beautiful reminder of what’s around the bend.