The Harvest Months

orange leavesLast week Mother Nature decided it was time for fall. Just like that, we were plunged into 40- and 50-degree weather, and I have to say, it was quite a shock. But now that the temperatures inside the house have evened out and my teeth have stopped chattering, I am remembering why fall is one of my favorite times of year.

I spent the weekend curled up on the couch, snuggled under a blanket as I caught up on several books. I sipped hot chai and reveled far-flung places and deliciously flawed characters. I ate hearty soup made with root vegetables while I pondered the yellows, oranges, and reds emerging outside my window. I craved corn mazes, my grandmother’s pumpkin bread, crisp sunshine, and knitted scarves.

Fall is a time when we can look back on what we have done so far this year not with a sense of “what more can I do?” (which seems reserved for New Year’s Eve), but rather with a feeling of “look at what all my hard work has produced.” During the fall afternoons, we revitalize our spirit and prepare ourselves for the winter months ahead. So although I wouldn’t have minded if Mother Nature had more gradually eased us into these harvest months, I’m glad that fall has finally arrived on the Great Plains–especially as now I can wear all my comfy cardigans that make me feel all writerly. 😉

What’s your favorite thing about fall?