Sunday, November 7, 2010

Crisp, Delicious Autumn

Autumn is my season. I say this because my birthday is on November 11th, and I have always considered myself a Fall child. Many of my fondest childhood memories have taken place during this perfect season. The aroma of Mom's vegetable soup simmering on the stove, Daddy outside raking the leaves and pine straw as my sisters and I would jump into the piles and make pine straw houses. The first taste of my Granny's apple pie and that heavenly melt in your mouth feeling. The warm, wet nose of Flicka the pony nudging against my hand and the soft feeling of her growing winter coat. The refreshing coolness of the air as it sweeps around your face on its way to rustle the leaves on the ground. Running through the woods, making forts, and make believing. When I step outside today, and feel the crispness of the air, all those memories come to me in one big ball of nostalgia and happiness. And it's time like those, that I'm so incredibly thankful for my childhood and the memories I have. And it makes me excited to continue to create memories that make this time of year so special to me.

On this beautiful Sunday, take time to enjoy God's artwork. Go outside. Take a walk and breathe deeply. Eat some apple pie. Enjoy a bonfire or two.Take a drive with the windows down and listen to some Allison Krauss (at least thats what I plan to do) Make memories that will forever stay with you. And let your worries be like the leaves on the trees, quietly drifting away as the autumn breeze carries them away.

"Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns."
George Eliot

Happy November!
Leah