Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall. ~F Scott Fitzgerald
Fall is the nesting season.
Pumpkins beckon us from roadside stands to celebrate.
A pot of soup slowly, simmers on the stove, the smell warming us with anticipation of the goodness that lies ahead.
Book lists are at the ready enticing us with words that will settle into our souls as we find comfort for the long nights ahead.
The first bashful leaves drift to the ground playing hide and seek with the squirrels who are scampering to fill their pantry for winter.
Striking blue skies make promise of colorful days ahead when the trees will glow like warm honey, then blaze into fire red before they settle around us like a warm brown blanket.
Cheers for touchdowns waft on the cool night air speaking of a camaraderie that is strong and true.
Flannel and Wool trickle back into our wardrobes begging us to coordinate cozy layers that will carry us into Winter.
Hot chocolate and Apple Cider are once again inked to our grocery lists so we’ll have warm companionship for the chilly evenings.
Lights flicker in windows, shining out into the streets with a greeting that says, at last, we have come home. This is our time to nest.
Welcome, Fall, it is so good to see you again.
Nesting in grace,