Well, after the past week rudely brought a return to the highest temps of the summer, we've finally cooled off a little. Much to my delight, yesterday Baba Yaga's house received [what appeared to be] an isolated downpour for about half an hour. The yard and plants had a good soaking. But even after that, it was still hot and steamy. Today, however, it's only gotten to the mid-70's with overcast skies. The doors and windows are open, the sound of crows cawing on the breeze.
Needless to say (well, if you know me anyway) I've been putting up fall and Halloween decorations. This is a tradition for me, and for my family...although now, it's just for me again (I say with much, much bittersweetness). The autumn has always been about nesting, that sweet time of the year for warmth of color and taste and pulling family together (as we head towards the holidays). I'm grappling with it this year, doing what comes naturally but with the nostalgia that's a challenge to move through. I feel torn emotionally...content to welcome in this season that I've always loved the best, yet to be doing it alone.
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