Changing Seasons

There's something about the changing of seasons that makes me feel restless somehow... ready to move on to the next thing, but always a little hesitant to leave anything behind.

Especially as Summer turns to Fall I feel this little spark of joy mixed with a tinge of sorrow. See really I thrive on the changing of seasons.  I'm not the kind of person that wants something to stay the same way all the time.  As long Summer nights turn into crisp Autumn mornings something new begins to wake... new ideas, new excursions, new routines.

Then there is always that thought of what I missed.  Did we spend enough time soaking up the sun, splashing in water, letting popsicles drip off our chins? Did we have enough picnics and walks to the park?  Did I pick enough flowers and eat enough tomatoes straight from own garden?

And then the list gets sillier... I didn't pull enough weeds, I didn't tend to that garden at all.  I'm sure I didn't let enough fresh air into our house and into those little lungs that I'm responsible for.  We should have eaten more summer produce and gotten more exercise. We should have, we would, we could have.... does anyone else do this?

However, here I am. On a day that definitely feels like Fall, and I've been doing this in between thing for a few weeks now.  It's time to commit!  All the summer clothes were finally put away this morning.  The girls and I are headed to the orchard after naps to pick up some delicious apples - I see apple pie and applesauce in our future!  I'm going to be intentional about Fall and not mournful about Summer.  Maybe someday all of my ambitions will come to pass, but either way - Here's to Fall and the moment!