It happens each year just around Thanksgiving. The time of sitting out on the back porch is over for the season. Every year I think the same thing: Why did we rush around so much? Why didn't we enjoy sitting outside more often?
Some time in the next couple of weeks, the chair cushions will have to be brought indoors and the patio umbrella furled and put away. The summer is definitely transforming into autumn. The blue and purple asters and fall crocuses have are blooming along the drive, and the potted pink geranium is enjoying a final burst of brilliant bloom before the frost.
I will enjoy sitting outside with my book and my tea as long as I can. Though there is no longer the heat of summer to absorb, there is now the crisp fresh smell of falling leaves. It's soothing to hear the squirrels running along the branches of the cottonwoods, rattling the crisp leaves with their little feet.
The signs of autumn are clear and swift. In the parking lot at the train station, the maple trees have turned from glossy green to deep red in just the last couple of weeks.
Thought the mornings are now chilly, and sometimes misty, the afternoons are still lovely, even though they are noticeably shorter.
I intend to enjoy sitting out on the porch for as long as I can before the season ends.
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