Yesterday was a gorgeous first day of autumn. It was slightly cooler and drier than normal here in Virginia. I've noticed some of the trees starting to change color. It's happening. That's the thing about nature, it just keeps plugging along. The light shifts, the weather changes (albeit probably differently than it used to...unpredictability in the predictable), the plants go dormant and life rests. And boy, don't we all need a rest about now!
A cord of wood was delivered and stacked yesterday, too. It's not quite seasoned, but I have some left from last year for the start of wood stove time. That'll be used first. The thing about the wood, it has a very unique scent. It's musky yet fresh at the same time. Definitely earthy. I've come to associate that smell as a harbinger of seasons changing.
Letting go. That's what I'm holding in my consciousness in these days of waning light. While there's still work to do, no one is going to feel bad about letting go of 2020 (and let me knock wood right now, because I said that about 2019!). Personally, there's a lot that I'm taking stock of in order to develop a better understanding of what no longer serves. Autumn is the time for that.
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