Sunrise, sunset, Sunrise, sunset
Swiftly flow the days
Seedlings turn overnight to sunflowers
Blossoming even as we gaze
Sunrise, sunset, Sunrise, sunset
Swiftly fly the years
One season following another
Laden with happiness and tears
These lyrics from the Broadway Play, Fiddler on the Roof, seem to fit the mood and sense of change that occurs this time of year; this season of my life. I have taken this week off from the Don’t Sweat Adventure to transition into a new season as the summer’s heat and humidity gradually turn to cooler mornings, breezy dry days and clear, star-filled nights. I am falling into fall. There are seasonal housekeeping and house maintenance items to take care of before the snow flies. My husband and I are busy painting and staining the wooden porch, steps and decking. Our split rail fence bears the scars and splinters of too many years in the sun and now begs for a thorough quenching of preservative. Similarly, my face is also begging for a good “preservative”, but that’s a topic for another day.
With the Labor Day weekend behind us, it’s important to settle into our familiar modes and routines, like the school busses that are on a timely schedule to usher the neighborhood kiddos off to their classrooms and return them safely home at the end of the day. Fall ball and soccer fields dot the countryside and the hilly inclines and grassy fields across the street from our home have been “hayed” and groomed for the local university and high school cross-country track meets. It seems we do best when our time is scheduled,when we’re not on the leisurely summer time-table with its longer sunlight hours that extend into what would normally be way past bedtime for most children. Vacations have been taken, the pool closes and for most of us the flip flops, bathing suits and shorts are tossed in our drawers and closets until next summer arrives.While the warmth and lack of snow and ice is most appealing to me, there is something about this time of year that comforts me like a warm blanket or a homemade bowl of chicken noodle soup. Autumn brings us inside, close to the warmth of the fireplace, family dinners and conversation around the kitchen table and for me, a welcomed change of pace. Our town’s annual Harvest Festival will take place next Sunday, and with the help of several committee members, we have initiated a community “Friends Feeding Friends” food drive for our local food pantry. The flower and vegetable gardens are winding down and the beds will be prepared in anticipation of next year’s growth and harvest. Autumn activities may include more reading or watching television, and in our house, way more football than I can manage! That too is a topic for another day. We rush to watch the soccer and fall softball games that our grandchildren participate in and cheer them on no matter if they win or lose! My husband eagerly awaits hunting season as the licenses (yes I said licenses) begin to arrive in the mail. He hunts in three or more states so there are quite a few licenses and I have resigned myself to the fact that this is a healthy outlet for him. Sometimes I tag along with a camera and truly enjoy the time spent in the outdoors with Mother Nature. I have also honed and broadened my cooking skills to include all sorts of yummy and healthy game dishes!
Have you noticed the Halloween, Thanksgiving and Christmas items appearing on the store shelves? I don’t want to think about the next season, so I won’t. It will be here soon enough and we’ll get into that later in the Adventure…
As part of my committment to my “creative self”, to bring things off the back burner, I have just sent my children’s book (The Christmas Tree Angel) to BookBaby to be e-published just in time for Christmas! Details to be announced. I am thrilled that my daughter has illustrated the cover for me! I hope to do more writing and lyric and song writing as I spend more time indoors, as there is always plenty to do no matter what season I find myself in.
So take some time to breath and transition as you fall into fall. Enjoy the change in your routine, embracing where you are in this place and time, right here… right now…in the moment. Do what counts! I feel that The Don’t Sweat Strategies have begun to pay off for me, as I find myself reacting less and listening more. I’m more aware of my words and temperament. I am paying attention and letting others have their say without interjecting my opinion. Well, at least I thing I am…And like a good soak in a hot tub, I’m relaxing more as I feel the weight of my stressors melting away
This is my account of falling into fall, however, I would love for you to share your experiences of this seasonal transition with me and our other readers. I am eager to learn about your lives and routines as you move through this season. I look forward to your observations as we journey this adventure one chapter, one season of our lives at a time!