Please stop me if I’ve mentioned this before…

OMG how many times this has come out of my mouth lately!

It just reminds me how precious the days are as I move closer to the winter of my life. I’ve gone through the other season at such a rapid pace, I don’t remember most of them.

The seasons, when you are a child, mean nothing…children adapt and find play whatever season they are experiencing.

Spring…young adulthood…everything is fresh and new and possible. I remember hearing people say fall was their favorite time of year…..WHAT? Fall….when everything is dying and freezing and winter is coming?

Summer….ahhhh, summer…in particular my late 30s, 40s and early 50s. I loved summer….vacation….fun…friends…the sun!

But somewhere in my 50s I started loving fall…we lived on a couple acres of timber and color and leaves on the ground. Cleaning up….burning leaves, the smell of a leaf fire….the sound of the rural fire department’s siren….some of you will know what I’m talking about 😍.

Now I live in a place where fall lasts a little longer. This view from my living room window has been catching my eye several times a day.

Its November 1st and I can still enjoy this beauty.

I’m in the fall of my life…I’m not too busy to stop and just take it in. I’m figuring out what is important and what is not important. I’m finally witnessing the beauty of life “nearly” everyday.

Until next time…..