The end of October is a pivotal time for me. I am closing up the garden, cleaning house for the upcoming winter, and frankly....falling apart from exhaustion. As I age I realize the beauty of changing seasons and taking time to rest. I live in a high altitude mountain community where many of my neighbors run to Arizona, Texas, or Florida, upon the first hint of frost. I don't blame them. I used to want to emulate them. This year I really was grateful to be home and going through boxes.
I have come to value this quiet time of the year. Soon enough I will be shoveling snow so my beloved can get into the driveway after a 90 minute commute. Already I am splitting kindling every few days and making a fire every morning. It is our main heat source even though we have central heating. In an old cabin, central heating is expensive. I am grateful my husband is strong and can still split our three cords of wood per winter.
As I go through my Autumn rituals and clean out cupboards and boxes, I find that no matter how old I get or how many times I move, some things just have to go along with me. A few of the baby clothes that I made for my son Julian are included. I only have to touch this little piece of flannel and I can smell his sweet baby smell which leads me to his whole entire life of 30 years if you include the time I got to have with him inside of me. Which I do. I feel very blessed these days.
A few weeks ago, the community of Santa Rosa, California, where I lived when I first began this blog- burned to the ground. Not the entire city or the county of Sonoma, but a very large part of it. It was shocking to watch, even as an ex firefighter. It was even more shocking to realize how sad I was. I always wanted to come home to Colorado but Santa Rosa and Sonoma County were very kind to me and my family. My son and and I still have close ties there. We have friends whose homes burned to the ground. Something I've lived with in theory for decades but never had to personally endure. I'm happy that one couple we love so much are relocating to Boulder, at least for the Winter. I hope to be as welcoming to Suzanne as she was to me that cold winter night when we met at a cooking class in Santa Rosa.
I hope we can all embrace the changes of the seasons and our lives as well as she. Blessings to all.