September . . . a whirlwind of a month; new classes for all of us (Teaching as a professor, Writing, Waldorf, Cooking, Wild Nature), three weekends away for me, the equinox and faerie gardens; so much goodness in these days that are slowly becoming more routine.
Autumn is my favorite season. Perhaps it's because this is the season I first spun into the world, or perhaps it's the way life and death seem to mingle without cause for concern. I am in love with the richness of reds and browns, windows that stay open, invitations to pull out our favorite quilts and afghans, snuggle into the nights that come quickly and linger into morning.
It is soup weather, warm drink weather, cozy socks and campfire weather.
October blows in this week- my 37th spin around the sun and 16 years of walking with my lobster. Two campouts, more of the classes we love, and I suspect apple picking, pumpkin carving, applesauce and cider making.
Yes, yes, good things happening these days.