It's always curious to me how some years Fall makes itself known all at once and
other years it creeps in ever so slowly that you hardly see the changes from one day to the next.
The latter is how Autumn has made it's way here in 2011.
I still have so many blooms and so much green in the garden, and yet everywhere I look I see it.
I see it in the mornings, and I see it in that special slant of light in the afternoon that
comes only this time of year.
I see it in grasses that grow along the roads here, as they
take on a deeper amber hue.
I see it in the horses as they start to puff up from the subtle growth in their coats
as they prepare to face the cold that will come sooner than I would like to think about.
I see it in the last flush of roses on the bush.
The blooms are more vibrant than in the heat of Summer.
Even in my home I see changes as I prepare the house for more time spent indoors.
The throws and quilts and pillows.
I feel the change in me as well.
A sort of discontent that I can't really identify.
Wanting to change my hair, my clothes, my house, my routine,
just about anything to satisfy this something I can't put my finger on.
A yearning for a new adventure, a new perspective,
just something out of the ordinary.
Or even just something different to fix for dinner.
and wondering if everyone else feels this way as the season changes.
It happens every year whether the Autumn comes in all at once or just seeps in.
It passes...it always does.
I'm easily satisfied, so I know it won't take much.
(I'm having my hair done tomorrow, maybe that will do it)