The sky was a roiling mass of gray clouds, the trees were bare, the landscape shades of brown and the ground a little bit (or a lot) on the muddy side.
The Husband and I took advantage of the younger boys' conference day to hit the trail with all but the high schooler who was still trapped in those hallowed halls of learning.
I have to agree with *I*. I thought it was beautiful. Much like the song The Colors of My Life from Barnum,
The colors of my life, Are softer than a breeze. The silver gray of eiderdown, the dappled green of trees. The amber of a wheat field, the hazel of a seed, the crystal of a raindrop, are all I'll ever need. Your reds are much too bold, in gold I find no worth. I'll fill my days with sage and brown, the colors of the earth, and if from by my side my love should roam. The colors of my life will shine a quiet light to lead him home.It's true I love the starkness of late autumn, the crispness and even the shades of brown and gray. The Husband doesn't get my love of this season he sees as one of death. For me, this season signifies family togetherness, comfort food, crackling fires and calm. It means knitting and baking, quiet nights at home and...a feeling of home.
I loved walking through the woods today. There is something refreshing about bundling up to see the world around me that makes me feel safe and content. I loved watching *I* talking to the birds. I enjoyed seeing the cardinals playing chase and thinking of how my mom loved cardinals. I laughed at *N* running ahead like a bull in a china shop and then yelling at his brothers to be quiet because he wanted to see animals. lol.
In the quiet of late autumn, I feel in tune with the world around me. In the quiet, I can prepare my heart and soul and mind in this season of advent for the joyous celebration and gift that is to come. Maybe that is why the death of autumn brings me introspection and not sadness...there's a baby due in a few weeks, a beautiful savior and I need to be quiet and get ready.
Yes, sweet *I*, it is beautiful.