While I welcome the crispness of the fall air, I mourn the fading warmth of the summer sun. The long hours of daylight are traded for the brilliant colors of fall.
I already miss the early mornings in the garden with the hummingbirds flitting all around. But, the cozy warmth of the attic, sitting under a blanket made by my grandmother is call to me.
This is a time of mixed feelings, looking back, grasping at the remnants of summer. It is foolish I know, so I make a resolve to practice looking forward, embracing what is to come. Brilliant fall colors, crisp early evenings, hot cocoa, wrapping myself in snuggly blankets . . . .