There is a certain magic in this time of year. A wild little whimsy of hope and a tinge of excitement at what adventure the future may bring. There is a crispness in the air that is fresh and clean and fills me with inspiration. To me, Autumn signals a new start, a fresh beginning. It’s the time to wake up from the haze and laze of summer.
The dappled sunlight of the dewy morning dances and delights on the amber trees. The sky is a deep blue and the clouds are soft and cool. I sit quietly under the laurel tree and watch the flourish of life before me.
The very soil itself teems with life, down to the very microscopic. A seemingly endless variety of insects, crawlers and walkers and flyers. White butterflies cavort among the Asters. Attracted by the pineapple sage in the corner, Ruby throated Hummingbirds dart in and out. The crows atop the Jack pine stare down in defiance and call to me. I laugh at them and continue on my way.
The cats follow me around as I do the watering. Soon the rains will come and this chore will become a distant memory; something I complain about now but I will miss come January.
The enormous sugar maple in the distance wears the first few signs of the season. There is a richness that runs through this time of the year. Like a deep and vibrant jewel. I hold it up to the light and its exquisite beauty stuns me.