Here’s where fall has arrived here–taking the dog out in between my house and the neighbor’s house at 6:30 a.m.–before the sun rises when, if I close my eyes as the breeze sweeps in, I can imagine I’m in a Michigan apple orchard wearing the perfect cable knit sweater and not cowering in the one sliver of my yard where neighbors can’t see me in Brett’s Margaritaville t-shirt and my underwear.
I’m not complaining though because I’ve figured this out. While yes, there are some seasonal delights exclusive to location, the creative process of interpreting those delights is a delight itself as most creative processes are. So come fall, we create.
New games (an early morning round of toss-the-pumpkin)…
New rituals (coffee and news you can hold in your hand–news that isn’t pulled off social media!)…
New traditions (dress the dog like a human baby because he is a human baby).
We create cozy fall feelings with music and candles and cinnamon and clove scents, soup making, bread baking and huddling in bed at night to read stories of scarecrows that dance in moonlit fields and tiny mice that sip mugs of hot acorn coffee inside their tree stump homes.
We create excitement with lists we scrawl out on scraps of paper–lists of holiday ideas and recipes we want to try and items we need for the decorating idea we saw on Pinterest–lists we will likely lose before we need them, but it doesn’t really matter because there’s delight in the list making process.
We create wonder with twinkle lights, and memories with little check marks on our fall bucket list–the kitschy jack-o-lantern socks we bought that make us smile, the spooky stories we told on the moon walk, the cider and sugared donuts we made sure to have ready before Saturday morning because we wanted to check off that box.
We create adventure with spontaneous trips to explore our town…the food truck park we’ve been meaning to try…
…and a new fall pumpkin field that is not a church parking lot.
We create grace for ourselves when lists don’t get checked and kitchens don’t get cleaned and books don’t get read.
There is more time, more moments, more tomorrows, more opportunities, more delights, more creativity in store in the abundant heap of good that never runs out.
And when we trust that there is more, there’s less stress, less guilt, less trying to fit it all in.
Have a happy Wednesday full of delights to all of you!