Autumnal Joys

Oh, yes, October certainly suited her best.

Mrs. Miniver by Jan Struther

I don’t think I’ve ever been so thankful for autumn in my whole life. After months of monotony, a clear change in season is such a breath of fresh air, even if that will mean colder, darker days ahead. Almost exactly a year ago, I saw the real estate listing for the carriage house. I’m so thankful I purchased it, but it began a long, busy process of paperwork up until closing and then a long list of projects and a line of contractors starting as soon as I had the keys (and still ongoing). Last year, I was so busy through autumn and the holidays, I had little time for reading, reflecting, and the seasonal activities that usually bring so much joy.

This year, I’m slowing down already to partake in rhythm and ritual. In the last few weeks, I’ve enjoyed hikes with family and friends, decorating for the season, and repotting my house plants (since I don’t have yard work to do). This weekend I am participating in an online conference through The Rabbit Room called Hutchmoot. I am both inspired and encouraged to new creative endeavors.

While listening to sessions, I am putting the finishing touches on a quilt. This quilt top was wadded up in the wardrobe I purchased and restored. I washed it, added batting and backing, and have been quilting it using a new technique for me called big stitch quilting. It will be finished just in time to be an extra blanket for curling up with a good book (my list is growing long) and a cup of tea.

And now…an unpolished poem…enjoy!

This springtime girl is done with endless summer.
Bring on the change
...of pace...of scene...of something.
Give us a breath of fresh air or we wilt,
Blow away the stillness, cool us with the frost, 
Time to light the fires, burn away the loss.
Nothing gold can stay,
Rains will wash the leaves away.
Now for winter's pregnant death, like a seed planted,
Life will soon spring from the ground.