How can you not fall madly, passionately,

Head-over-heels in love with Autumn?

Summer is very slowly loosening its grip.

If you listen closely,

You can hear its dying breath.

The morning and evening air tease us with promises

Of the days soon to arrive.

The leaves are begrudgingly changing their colors,

Knowing that they are in the throes of death.

It is my favorite time of year.

For a short time I can fling open the windows

And invite the air inside to cleanse the

Stuffy rooms with its sparkling freshness.

There is magic in Autumn.

A turning inward.

A time of reflection.

Time to prepare our nest and burrow in.

Who can resist curling up in front of

A snap-crackle-and-popping fireplace

With a good book we’ve been promising

Ourselves to read?

When we have time.

Now. Is. The. Time!

So get comfy.

Read.

Nap.

Do whatever warms your Soul.

It’s almost Autumn.

And I am soooo ready!