This, is my season…

I love the cool starts. When crisp morning walks awaken the senses and refresh the spirit. When I sit on my deck, steam wisping away from my coffee as I hold the warm mug in both hands. When hummingbirds flit past me, gathering nectar to fuel up for their long journey south. When both summer and migrating backyard birds take turns splashing about in the bird bath. When a gentle breeze whispers promises through the leaves of trees awaiting their fall make-over. When flowers are vibrant and bright, alive with butterflies & bees. When I pause to appreciate and soak in the beauty surrounding me.

I love the warm, sunny afternoons. When sandhill cranes circle high above, and I hear their distinct, rattling, throating call. When the steady hum of combines can be heard in the distance, gathering the season’s bounty. When the garden is full of fresh produce to gather for dinner & preserve for winter. When a snack can be grabbed as I walk by the apple tree. When I can fit in a last-minute beach walk or hike with a friend. When our dog rolls happily in the shade in lush, cool, green grass. When the sky is bright blue and wispy clouds float seamlessly through it.

I love the rainy days. When the dust of summer is washed away, brightening up the landscape. When it’s cool enough for soup; for turning on the oven to transform forgotten bananas into mouthwatering muffins. When I grab my favourite sweater & make a cup of tea. When I call friends to catch up or make plans to get together. When the dog curls up beside me on the couch as I read a book. When I slow down, pause, rest & reflect.

I love the evening walks. When harvest sunsets take my breath away. When a cricket symphony plays in the background. When migrating geese & swans fly overhead in their shifting ‘V’ patterns. When the moon rises to the east as the sun slips away in the west. When darkness comes just a little earlier. When the stars appear by one-by-one until they form a twinkling net from horizon to horizon. When I hear the soothing, rhythmic call of great-horned owls. When I sit on our deck for just a little bit longer because I don’t want the day to end.

This, is my season…🍂