Autumn is a season followed immediately by looking forward to Spring.

Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all.

~Stanley Horowitz

Maybe I am politically incorrect, but we are enjoying an "Indian summer" with unusually warm weather. Still lots of harvesting going on but I have planted my winter garden and I'm already nibbling on the shoots coming up!!

The leaves are taking their own sweet time turning. Then as if tired of the morphing--just drop colorless to the ground. They get swept up quickly with the mower.

I grew up in Michigan and the fall was extremely colorful and meant intensive manual labor raking, then jumping into the big pile. Which then there was more raking and piles. Harvest time we would have to help my mom pick assorted fruits and vegetables. We would sit and shell the peas or beans and share jokes and stories or play 20 questions. Blueberries were my favorite fruit to pick. The berries were as big as quarters and I would hang my bucket around my neck and milk the vines, pausing to pop handfuls into my mouth. Sweet memories.

Seasons change and life moves on.
Breathe deep and be mindful of the moment.