I’m kinda looking forward to fall this year.
Who has taken over this blog, and what have they done with Rebecca?!
I don’t completely get it either, but I’m going to ride with this strange-but-nice feeling: not dreading the change of season, welcoming the cool breeze at night that suggests I tug the comforter a bit closer to my ears, anticipating the fall bounty, not whining (too much) as summer heads south.
In particular, I’m enjoying the oblique angle of the light, skipping over treetops to light the fields, the rocks, the flowers, the river.
I’m thinking a lot about apples. Cider, sauce, adorable little hand pies.
Oh, and chili and stews and mahogany-colored baked beans. Loaves of freshly baked bread.
Birthdays, holidays, and celebrations.
A wide, dark sky, the milky way painted in a prominent arc.
Fall usually seems to me a closing door, the end of things, and shutting in until spring.
For some reason, though, I feel slightly hopeful about this fall. I feel the new, clean air like a bright edge of promise, a hard, clear dividing line between what was behind and what is ahead. It makes sense that the Jewish New Year is nearly here. A clean start, a shrugging off the lazy days of summer, a time to move inside, gather thoughts, gather friends, make feasts.
I don’t know how long this feeling will last. You can be sure of reading my moans and groans about winter come November. I’m not that utterly changed.
Ask me tomorrow, and I may deny everything.
Lovely words and images. Oh, and now I’m hungry, too.
My work here is done 😉
i love this post, there is a beautiful breeze here on the hill and i am trying to find my center. we will be shooting the stars if it clears up, something you will have to do here with us soon! i will miss a lot of the folliage here and i think that is causing the ache in my chest!
Fall is my favorite. As is picture number four!
I agree. I usually dread fall because it means saying goodbye to summer and hello to frozen tundras. But I’m feeling hopeful this year, too! Especially if you send ome of those apple pie cookies my way. 😉
I love the pictures. =) Fall is my favorite season. One thing I don’t like much about living in Texas is that it takes too long to come and is too short. But we’re getting signs of it here, too, and I’m happy.
“I feel the new, clean air like a bright edge of promise..”
Fall has always been my favorite season, even if it is the harbinger of dead cold winter. While it’s here in its crisp glory, I’m happy.
Seems like I might be the only one around who’s never been in love with fall 🙂 I can appreciate many things about it, but knowing that winter is on its other side has always made it hard for me to love it. But I’m willing to try to reform myself!