The Day Summer Turns to Fall

It's a common question. A question you might ask when you're first getting to know someone. A question you might ask when a conversation lulls. A question a third grade teacher might ask her students to answer in an essay.

Have you guessed what it is?

There are hundreds of possibilities, but the one I'm thinking of: What is your favorite season?

A tough one for me because I love them all, which is probably why I have stayed huddled in the northeast all my life.

Winter brings Irish knit sweaters, snow days, skiing on quiet winter white paths, and crocks of chili.

Spring—the smell of rain, windbreakers, sightings of newborn animals with their moms, and tulips.

Summer—the last day of school, ice cream, beach walks, and bare feet.

And autumn—it officially arrived on September 22, but autumn weather didn't turn up in Saratoga until  mid-October. You know, those days where you put on a over-sized sweatshirt and open the windows to let the snappish air whiz through the house misting it with freshness. This has to be my favorite day of the year. The day summer turns into fall.

How do I celebrate?

First a few windows must be cracked open and no turning on the heat.

I wash my new flannel pajamas with drops of lavender scented oil and slip into them immediately after I take them out of the dryer.

                                                          Loved the starry night pattern!


Nestled in warmth, softness, and flowers, I put on snuggly socks.

                                            This year I chose peace socks, with much hope.


Then I head to the couch where a blanket, a book, and a cup of hot spiced apple cider are waiting for me. I make sure I settle in before the sun sets so I can enjoy this view when I peek up from the pages of my book:

                                                                     My Backyard

 

Happy Fall!    

 

 

KICK BACK BOOK OF THE WEEK:

 

I'll go with my current read (the one I chose for my welcome fall celebration), Doc by  Mary Dorla Russell:

 

From the inside flap of Doc: "The unlikely friendship of Doc Holliday and Wyatt Earp begins—before Wyatt Earp is the prototype of the square-jawed, fearless lawman; before Doc Holliday is the quintessential frontier gambler; before the gunfight at the O.K. Corral links their names forever in American frontier mythology—when neither man wanted or deserved notoriety."

KICK BACK SONG OF THE WEEK:

Piano Instrumental—Moving Autumn; However you're feeling this video is worth the view. Nature at its absolute best:

A LITTLE SOMETHING EXTRA: