I love the change of seasons. My life started out in upstate NY, near where the awesome Kerry Bogert lives, but we moved to Miami when I was nine. I love my parents, but I am not sure I ever forgave them that decision. :)
In Miami there are 2 seasons -- Hot, and Hot and Wet. I never really adjusted to tropical living, and while it's a nice place to visit, I'd never ever move back there. As soon as the opportunity to leave (going to college!) came, I left, and I haven't been back all that often. I do need to take my kids down there, to visit their grandpa and see where Mom grew up, and maybe see some old friends I recently got back in touch with (thank you, Facebook!). One of these days.
However, I digress. Here in Virginia, fall is definitely on its way. This morning, as I sent my oldest out for the bus at 6:45, the air was distinctly chilly. I'm wearing jeans. This is terrific! (my jeans actually fit! This IS terrific!)
One of my favorite things about fall, besides the chill and the holidays, is the changing light. It occurred to me the other day that each season truly has its own light. In summer, the sun is bright yellow and the light it casts is equally bright, sometimes harsh, and very strong. Springtime light is a gentle cast of color that shows the new growth in sharp relief against the sky and ground. In the winter, the light is weak, and grey, and cold. Against a backdrop of snow on a sunny day, the light sparkles, but it is washed out and even with the brilliance of a blue sky, the winter light can only reverse the dark, but not really boost the colors of the world.
In fall, though, the light is a deep honey-gold glow. It pours over everything in the late afternoon and illuminates the brilliance of the green grass, and streams through the trees like syrup. It almost feels like you could bathe in this light, feel it tangibly on your skin, collect it in a bucket and carry it home. It is rich and luscious, and while fall may feel like the beginning of the end of a cycle of growth, this light always inspires me to create. I bake, I make beads, I sew....I play outside all day with the kids, and then I bask in the glory of the early-evening light with just one last cookout on the deck. This is my season, my light, and I know good things are in store.
What do you notice about fall?