Fall has again fallen. I started writing a blog entry about it, then had a strange deja vu. I checked, and, sure enough, there's an entry about it last year, too. Many of the same things hold true, of course. Candles abound at Casa de Tastrophe, and the stone is chilly beneath my feet. (I am pleased that there is more stone to be cold, as a recent home improvement project has been completed).
I have just returned from a fabulous vacation in a very warm locale, so the seasonal weather on my return has intensified the contrast. What I am finding most jarring this year is the light. The daylight gets shorter and shorter this time of year. Every year, it is a gradual thing, but every year it catches me by surprise. Gone are the halcyon days of summer. I will miss the heat, the sun; but autumn has its pleasures, too. The holidays are just around the corner, and this promises to be a good year, as work should not be so crazy as it has been. I wonder if I will again feel that strange compulsion to bake cookies?
Tonight, I will put a blanket on my bed, light some candles and fix myself some dinner...the simple delights of the season.
