At this point, the only thing signaling the changing season is a note on the calendar that says Fall Equinox. It is predicted to be 90 degrees tomorrow and I have not seen a single leaf change color. It isn't exactly the weather that inspires warm cider and cozy fires, but I'll be ready when it happens. I'm giving myself permission to buy miniature pumpkins this weekend and spread them about my house at will. My kids will probably collect them and turn them into some game where the pumpkins are puppies or babies, because that's the kind of things they do these days, but I'll give it a good try anyway.
The thought just struck me that Mia has officially experienced each season now. As I get caught up in the everyday stuff, I sometimes forget the obvious fact that this was her first year on Earth. That everything she saw and did was for the first time. And, although she has many firsts still to come, there will never be another first Summer. That makes me feel maybe a little bit sad to see the season go. It was too cute to see her eat the veggies from the garden, watch her learn to walk around the baby pool without falling down, learn about things like Otter Pops and sprinklers, and running around the yard in just a diaper. Sigh.
Time marches forward, always. And I'm ready for that fire, a cup of something warm, and maybe snuggling under my grammy quilt while watching a movie.
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