With Thanksgiving coming up, and to appreciate autumn’s gifts in a post, I woke up writing. October and November are finally cooler in the south, and I am jubilant. Autumn days bring brisk breezes creating showers of falling leaves. For me, the season is transformative, because its cooler weather makes me feel better than at any other time of year.
Deeply thankful for the cooler season, I list every lovely thing the windy days bring in a good things list.
I don’t have to try to get through it, I just flow into it’s rhythm. Every cup of tea that I make and top with cinnamon is a meditative moment in a crazy world. It is a self soothing practice. The heat of the cup and warmth of the tea is like a balm to my aching body.
My husband and I sleep well in the colder weather, not bothering with much heat at night. Digging in like hibernating bears, we cover with our weighty comforter and fall into deep restful sleep.
Days of autumn’s gifts
In the mornings, we sit under the window watching the sculptural oaks losing their leaves. Dawn breaks, bursting through the trees and highlighting the grasses and mounds of leaves under the trees. Occasionally a deer, fox, or hawk will quietly move through our view.
Afternoons are spent out of doors, and early evenings in the glow of the fire.
I bake on chilly days just to smell the heady aromas emanating from the oven that fill the house with fall. The aromas, colors, and photographs fill our home with a thousand reminders of family.
With all of the autumn tapestry, I get nostalgic about my mom and dad. Since my parents have been gone over thirty years, I don’t mourn with the same sense of loss, the way I used to. Instead, I share photos and memories with my own grandchildren, so they will remember them with fondness through my eyes.
Our good things list overflows in the fall with visiting family, chilly days, and all the colors.
So, thank you autumn and thank you God for every good and perfect gift.
James 1:17 Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows.