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.
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! ❤
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!
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Isn’t this Autumn color fabulous…and then it is gone….
Perhaps a lovely blanket of white soon…
That would be amazing, Linda! ❤
So kind of you to say, Bonnie. Thank you. ❤