Mid September and it is almost here. My favorite season of the year. Ironic since I was born in Spring, right around the time the snow is melting and the lush greens return to Wisconsin. But this time of year coming up is my favorite.
Here, as in most states with the four seasons, we experience the slight chill in the air, the leaves getting crisp, and turning gorgeous shades of yellows, oranges, and deep reds. And they eventually fall in glorious layers that crunch under your feet or get selected as that year’s saved memento in an old encyclopedia.
Then there’s the crisp scents of pumpkins, apples, spices, and wood burning fireplaces. It is almost magical. And even inside a new crop of candles is brought forth to bring all those scents indoors when there isn’t anything baking in the oven or burning in the fireplace. Then there are the corn mazes and hayrides out at the local family farms where you you can pick your pumpkins for Halloween carving. Like I said, magical.
But perhaps the most magical of all is the feeling in the air. It is a time when the leaves have a beautiful death with the promise they will return in the Spring to shine their beauty upon us once again. When the trees go into a hibernation for the cold months and emerge on the other side with more wisdom and truth than they held the year before.
And us? The humans? The stewards and caretakers of all that is within nature? We have the privilege to see the life cycles of nature over and over again until it is our time to experience the same beautiful transformation of life into death into rebirth, and emerge on the other side fresh, whole, new, and ready for the next life we will have. Makes you wonder who is watching our seasons lifetime after lifetime, doesn’t it?