Last Dance of Fall
Of all the seasons in New England fall is my favorite. The warm days and cool nights of early fall breathe life into my soul and energize me. The beauty of mid fall when the leaves put on a breathtaking display of red, orange and gold is a vision unlike any other.
Then we come to late fall when the days and nights get cooler, the leaves fall from the trees and November arrives with its gray days. If it were not for Thanksgiving at the end of the month, and Christmas in December, it might be extremely difficult to get through the darkness.
November can bring gloomy moods if we allow it to, so I try to find some fun and enjoyment even on these days. When my oldest daughter was around two, we happened to be looking out on a cool, gray November day. The wind was blowing hard and the leaves were falling from the trees. As I stood staring out the window a wonderful vision came into my mind. I looked at my little girl and said, "Look honey, the leaves are dancing!" She thought it was the funniest thing and laughed and laughed. When her father came home she told him she saw the leaves dancing that day.
From that day forward when November arrives and the leaves are falling to the ground, I think of that day when I stood beside my daughter looking out the window. And I watch as the wind blows the leaves into the air and in circles, and enjoy the wild beautiful dance as long as I can. The memory it brings forth creates joy in my heart as I remember her laughter that day.
May you and yours enjoy this last dance of fall.
Then we come to late fall when the days and nights get cooler, the leaves fall from the trees and November arrives with its gray days. If it were not for Thanksgiving at the end of the month, and Christmas in December, it might be extremely difficult to get through the darkness.
November can bring gloomy moods if we allow it to, so I try to find some fun and enjoyment even on these days. When my oldest daughter was around two, we happened to be looking out on a cool, gray November day. The wind was blowing hard and the leaves were falling from the trees. As I stood staring out the window a wonderful vision came into my mind. I looked at my little girl and said, "Look honey, the leaves are dancing!" She thought it was the funniest thing and laughed and laughed. When her father came home she told him she saw the leaves dancing that day.
From that day forward when November arrives and the leaves are falling to the ground, I think of that day when I stood beside my daughter looking out the window. And I watch as the wind blows the leaves into the air and in circles, and enjoy the wild beautiful dance as long as I can. The memory it brings forth creates joy in my heart as I remember her laughter that day.
May you and yours enjoy this last dance of fall.
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