Friday, November 14, 2014
Oh, late afternoon in November! It's stormier now but there are still perfect afternoons to enjoy - fleece-jacket afternoons in the backyard with my small Bears. There is nothing I don't like about fall. I drink in the low sunshine, long shadows and surprisingly chilly breeze, storing the memories for some blistering afternoon in June.
For now, it's crisp. I wear my hats and cowls. It's not uncomfortably cold yet. In the backyard, I watch the sky. The sun sinks almost by the minute, setting trees ablaze in shades of gold and copper. My peach-stucco house glows in these low rays; leaf shadows dance on the walls but they don't warm anymore. The mountain is pink for just a moment; try not to blink. Clouds roll in over the peaks; in the morning, they will be fairy-dusted with snow.
Fall is brief here, just a flash of vibrant color and changing light between the bookends of harsher seasons. I savor it. I hope you can understand how much I treasure this precious, delicious time. I hold on to it with my heart.