It's not only a difference in the air temperature that's signaling the fact that changes are ahead. The days are noticeably shorter, the light is noticeable lower. The grass is drier, the leaves are starting to turn colors, and there are grasshoppers everywhere I look. My favorite season is upon us.
As of this week, three of my four children are taking college classes, and my baby started her freshman year of high school. Having only one student at home is very different from the days to which I'd grown accustomed. It's been a good first week of school. We've run a race, enjoyed a wonderful field trip, made and delivered four meals for friends who have had a baby or have recently had surgery, and had a girls' outing.
The days are flying by like the leaves swirling in the autumn winds. This is the part of fall that I don't enjoy. It goes by all too quickly. I want to savor the smells, the colors, the crisp evenings, and the beautiful sunsets. It would be just fine with me if life slowed a bit and let me hold on to these precious moments. My mind and body feel like I should still be in the summer of my life, but my circumstances tell me differently. I'm not sure I'm ready for this.