Falling...

I love the fall.

Morning sunrises and evening sunsets are sharp and clear. The sky looks like blue crystal. And where we live there’s color on the hillsides.

Cool nights and mornings followed by warm summer like days. We sit outside a LOT, soaking up sun to get us through the gray winter days or the ones that are bright but so cold you can’t bear to be out.

Little wisps of woodsmoke from the stoves that are lit in our holler scent the morning air during our walks. Leaves like splashed paint crackle underfoot.

I like fall because its full of soft edges, the world worn a bit after the fullness of summer. Aged and matured, a little slower. Not like the impatience of spring. Fall has and inspires stories.

Fall blurs hard lines; is it going to be warm or cold today? (neither) Shorts or jeans? (flip a coin) Sweater, vest sleeves or t-shirts? (yes) Birki’s or boots? (both). Fall, a cornucopia of variables.

Dark come earlier every day. The sun riding lower in the sky finds the ridge edge a little sooner. Before long it will be dusky at 4pm. And the kettle on the woodstove will be gurgling constantly and suppers will be cassoulets, stews, roasts, soups. And warm bread!

Fall suits my style, such as it is.