Old Mr. Autumn

Oh, my poor little blog, it is so neglected these days. I can't believe I didn't post at all in September. But we had a great month - we are basking in our life these days, soaking in every bit of warmth that we can.



The season of Autumn is often romanticized by many who love the anticipation of the holidays, the coziness, the spicy, steaming drinks and the bright costumes of the trick or treaters. I take comfort in the autumn rituals but always feel a slight sense of mourning at the same time. Something about the crunch of the leaves and the creaking swings on the empty playground brings a sense of wistfulness deep in my soul. I miss the bare footed days of summer, I always do. The season of autumn brings to the forefront exactly how fast this life is passing, the sight of the children heading into their classrooms makes me feel further and further away from that time when I would excitedly enter a new classroom. I've been realizing how I am living right now in the very best time of my life, this time when my children are small. The little world that we have created for them is everything they need and it makes me so very happy.



At the same time, I know that their world is becoming larger, and the time will quickly come when our little world in our little house will not be everything they need. It's what inevitably needs to happen and it's good that they have that chance. So I will give a nostalgic salute to Mr. Autumn as he passes through. Then I will turn and soak in every bit of this life that I possibly can.