The geese are moving. I can hear them honking overhead. It’s a splendid sound that is intertwined with the gentle tinkling of the wind chimes just outside my window.
The temperatures have been warm the last few days, hovering in the 80’s. But it is that delicious sort of warmth, not tainted by a raging humidity but rather tempered by cool October breezes.
The other day, my little pumpkin and I stood outside at the farm with our arms outstretched, facing the late afternoon sun. We closed our eyes, inhaled deeply the rich aroma of Autumn, felt the sun’s rays kiss our cheeks and embraced the wind as it brushed against and over us in a gentle hug. Such delight in the little things. That is what I live for – those moments – however so brief.
We talked to the grasshoppers as they hopped and leaped about. We picked pumpkins and then posed with them as we do each year at this time. We gathered up the buttercup squash, dug down into the cool garden soil for a treasure of carrots. And we plucked apples and pears from the trees in the orchard savoring every little bit of that precious afternoon awesomeness that we could.
It was a lovely Autumn day indeed.