(leaves that I snapped around this time last year…)
September has arrived and brought with it cool mornings and the lingering scent of Fall in the air. I woke up this morning and just laid in bed staring out the open window for a while and enjoying the cool 49 degrees that was filling the room around me while I was wrapped in the blankets. These mornings are as delightful as those first mornings in Spring when you can feel the warmth behind the nip, and here we are 6 months laters gingerly feeling out the cool behind the inevitably warmer day. I have gone on and on about this in the past, but I cannot help to celebrate the weather because it does so much to set the stage for our days. We tend to treat talking about the weather as a safe, if not generic conversation topic, but really there is little else that is such an uninhibited and universal experience. It’s happening all around us and it’s something that we really can share together. Perhaps I am particularly excited about these changing temperatures right now because it’s such a tangible marker of the change that is taking place in our life. Laying in bed I was able to feel the coming months with such strong tenderness in the air that I couldn’t help getting a little swept up in the notion that this is going to be a wonderful Autumn season, full of both the nostalgic comforts that I look forward to at this time of year every year, and also chock full of all of those unknowns.
And unrelated, but maybe somewhat related, I had a dream the other night that will bore you if I go into any detail, but the take home point was, what you resist will persist. This is proving to be an incredibly useful mantra of sorts for me as I prepare for labor, and I thought I would throw it out there in case it meant anything to some of you. A very happy September 2 to you!