Getting The Peanut up and out to school -- let alone dragging my own rear end out of bed -- was not easy. It's one of those mornings when your warm nest of covers feels infinitely more cozy than the somewhat damp and chilly world outside.
Fall is my favorite season.
Normally, I look forward to cooler mornings with that crisp air that Fall brings to the table, inhaling deeply while I wait for the dogs to piddle around the yard. And I await the changing of the leaves in all their glorious colors every year with an unbridled eagerness.
But this year feels different, somehow.
It may be that I'm still worn out from the furniture move. I'm just not springing back as quickly as I used to in the years before the lupus diagnosis. For someone who is used to pushing herself at 110 percent, that's not such an easy truth to accept.
Whatever the reason, the soaking rain this morning suits my mood. It doesn't hurt that we really need it, and that what little Fall color we're going to get in this hot, dry year may be salvaged from this rainy spell if the leaves survive it without getting washed off before they ever get to turn. (Crispy trees don't exactly make for a beautimous Fall display, so here's hoping...)
If the rain eases back, then the bird feeder will get refilled so the winged starving hordes will be happy. Until the rain slows, though? I'm staying in our snug house, cozy and sipping coffee, gazing at the woods across from our house and wondering whether the ambitious squirrels are still out harvesting acorns or snuggled in their homes, too.
(Photo via josef.stuefer.)
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