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Subtle Changes


The days are beautiful and warm, but I am beginning to noticing the subtle signs, almost suggestions that the long, drawn out days of summer will soon dwindle into memories, and the quiet successor of more intimate, but, cooler afternoons is close upon us.  Grey and sometimes foggy mornings cover the thirsty earth before giving way to brilliant afternoons. The sun is waking up a little bit later each day, the geese are beginning to fly overhead, resoundinly announcing their arrival, while brown and golden hues begin creeping into the countryside. The artistry of maple trees are silently preparing for the unveiling of their dazzling display of orange and red hues in just a few weeks time. 

Typically, I crave this nestling in time of making the house all cozy and warm for the autumn. I have to confess though, I have struggled lately, not caring as much as I used to. Wondering what's the purpose of making my bed or decorating  my home, if no body is going to see it? Social distancing has kept the usual gatherings and casual drop-ins of summer to a bare minimum. Do I really need to sweep? Fold the laundry? Make a nice meal?  It has taken me some months of pondering, but for me, the answer is yes! am important enough to sleep in a beautifully made bed!  I am my own company and valuable enough to prepare a  nice meal for. All of the things I do in preparation for someone else, I will now do because it is important to me.  I'm purposing to do these things, because alone, am enough. And so are all of you. If it is important enough to do for someone else, it is important enough to do for yourself.

Today, like many others, I began to decorate my home for autumn. Just a few hints tucked here and there, inviting the new season to slowly trickle in. Not wanting to make new purchases but to reuse and repurpose what I already have, I cut up strips of old fabric to made a fall-inspired window covering, I dug out an old straw handbag and added foraged flowers to it. I pulled out some twinkle-lights and a few favorites from years past, carefully arranging shelves and filling baskets, just for me. Sitting here, with my tea, and the season-themed cup and saucer that my daughter made for me, I am peacefully awaiting the cool, crisp days to come. 

Welcome home, autumn. Welcome home.

Until next week,


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