More pondering

I thought I would get the fall stuff out of the attic early this morning before the heat kicked in. Guess what happens to candles stored in a Southern GA attic over the summer? Yuck!! Thankfully, they were in plastic bags. I've also decided that once the Christmas stuff comes down I need to find somewhere else to store it. There isn't going to be anyone to help me next year. Well, I have all my outside decorations on the porch. It hasn't even made a dent. Its a big porch. I'm just gonna make do with pine cones and branches from the woods behind the house.My daughter recently gave me a wooden horse stable that I had bought for my grandkids when they were younger and they don't play with any more. I'm going to paint it and decorate it for Halloween, then Thanksgiving, then Christmas. I'm going to keep it somewhere inside though. I don't think it would weather well. Pics of the outside of the house when I'm done cleaning the garden and the porch. Pics of the stable when it is finished.
When I lived in Illinois fall was my favorite time of year. I always like the change of season, no matter what. Spring is gradual, as are summer and winter, but fall.was...different, at least for me. The temperature cools, daylight doesn't last as long, things begub to change... The cool after the hot, not like spring. Spring fights winter. Summer gives way to fall. People though not ready to give up languishing, are more than ready to get back to business. Back to routine. A defined schedule. School starts. Vacations end. Time to get serious. Time for change. But still, there is that savoring of what is. It seems as if we become acutely aware of time.The days are shorter. The colors of changing leaves, The cool respite of the wind that begins to bite. The cleansing downpour of rain that when hit your skin in the summer suddenly became cold and hard. And there are celebrations. Harvests, festivals, apples.  Apple pie, apple crisp, apple cider, baked apples. Anything with cinnamon and butter.

So here I am, 64 years old and living in Southern Georgia. We get a little bit of fall. Our temperatures go down from the high 90's to low 80's. It is still a welcome change and I love the city I live in and the people, but I miss autumn. So, at the beginning of Sept. every year as people are preparing for school and work, I put out fake garlands of fall leaves, and pumpkins, and melt cinnamon scented wax. Fall is still my favorite season. It will usher in winter, with its cold and somewhat forced rest, which yields to spring, with its promise of new life, Easing into summer with its warmth and relaxation, giving way to fall, a time to regroup and know that everything has its purpose.