There is something magical in those days before the shift from one season to another. Sometimes it is the bubbling sense of relief as you come out of one season and look into the upcoming one with hope and wild intentions. Sometimes it is with a touch of sadness or longing as you peer into the next season, feeling as if you never got to really enjoy the one that is now leaving.
This morning, as the four-footed one and I were out on our ramble, I felt the touch of fall in the air. A coolness and sharpness to the air went along with the full apple trees and suddenly all grown up rabbits. Summer is sliding quickly away now, the heat of the day’s slowly slipping into a cooler time.
I’m not really ready for fall yet, I decided as we walked past someone’s incredible flowerbeds. The flowers standing out as bright, brash colorful splotches against the dulling grass, now more golden than green. It isn’t just the colors that I will miss as summer disappears. I will miss the whispered warmth of the sun trying to kiss my skin while I dance back to the shade. I will miss the incredible birdsong that greets me in the morning.
Yes the fall, at least around here, will have its own burgeoning colors. The trees shall be wrapped in gold, orange or red before the leaves finally fall to the ground below. And then the trees, their bare limbs waving in the cold wind, will act as a reminder that we are heading into the barren and dead time of winter.
The four-footed one though seems to enjoy these moments when we hang between two seasons, neither too hot nor too cold. She finds new smells, new friends to make and each familiar place has acquired something a little different. She bounces into each day with enthusiasm and joy. She fears not letting go of one season for another, instead she lets each moment be a whole new adventure. Today’s adventure for her wasn’t the weather, it was discovering fallen apples in places where she could sample them with ease. And sample them she did!