September 22, 2012

First official day of Autumn…I even like the word: Autumn. I like the way it looks and the way it sounds. Something about its lack of “r” s makes it stand out from all the other seasons.  There’s a fullness to it.  It has colors that leap into my mind whenever the word is seen or heard. Autumn’s oranges, browns, golds and fading greens define it as much as words ever could.  It has distinctive spicy aromas and crispy crunching sounds, identifiable with eyes closed. Tastes of Autumn should be the title of a cookbook, if it is not one already.  This may be the first Autumn that I have enjoyed in years. The weather has been crisp, the skies, mostly clear, my activities focused on traditional Autumn activities earlier than before.

I own a bag of pumpkin spice coffee, from which I have been brewing each morning. I sipped my first butternut squash soup with a dear friend earlier this week. I planted Autumn vegetables in our community garden this week. Life, at this moment seems to be good.