No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face.~John Donne
Last night it happened. That first really cool wind and smell of fall in the air. My first walk with my fleece on. The sound of the leaves rustling in the wind.
The short, chaotic bursting of summer here is coming to an end. I've never run into as many animals... deer in people's gardens, foxes on the steps, porcupines on the sidewalk, as I have in the past week. Each time I step outside it's a surprise. Most people have taken their humming bird feeders inside. The bears have become greedy for the nectar. There is a wild rush to eat and drink and frolic as much as possible before summer abruptly closes.
I, on the other hand, can feel an inkling of myself coming back to life.