When I looked outside my bedroom window today, the melancholy that always blankets my soul during early autumn had subsided. The foliage on the oak tree had turned a fiery orange almost overnight. It feels downright wintry, too, and unexpectedly so, when just a week ago it was still in the 80’s.
I have no complaints about the passage of time. Not at this particular moment, anyway. Watching the seasons change is like living in a dream. Out of focus, but perfect nonetheless. Flaws – if there are any – are well camouflaged within the blur.
Those warm colors dispel it – whatever that “it” is – as I build the first fire to welcome winter and the cold months ahead.
Happiness is fleeting, but contentment lingers when wrapped in the comfort of the familiar.
Stacy Rambles 
I would love to have an oak tree in my garden to shed its leaves during autumn Stacy. The view from your window must be magical. 🙂
It is, Joanne – but almost done until next year. Goes by so fast! ❤
Beautiful photos and words. I love how the changing seasons bring us back to things that were familiar at the last turn of the wheel but we’ve forgotten a bit…
Very true, Christine. Very true (as though there are degrees of truth!) ❤
Beautiful view outside your window, Stacy! I love a good fire – it warms us on the inside and the outside. I hope you have a cozy week! xo
You, too, Karen! ❤
Dearest Stacy,
Oh, those colors really create a golden glow against the sky before they too become a blanket for the soil…
Memories once again all wrapped up and we have to warm our hands with different things and our hearts with the fond memories!
Hugs,
Mariette
Hi Stacy….
Thanks for visiting my blog…and your lovely comment♥
Isn’t this Autumn color fabulous…and then it is gone….
Perhaps a lovely blanket of white soon…
Cheers!
Linda :o)
That would be amazing, Linda! ❤
Beautiful thoughts.
So kind of you to say, Bonnie. Thank you. ❤