By Lia Blanchard
September – what a great month. The kids are back in school, the weather is perfectly balanced between warm days and cool nights. And so many birthdays! In my house, three of the four of us have September birthdays, and several other nearby close relatives are September babies too.
This morning, as I stepped outside to take my youngest child to school, the air was crisp and clean-feeling, and there was the smell of a wood fireplace… yet I wasn’t cold, standing there in a t-shirt and soft cotton pants. The sun was golden and filtered through a slight fog and the still-green leaves of the large maple tree in front of our house.
This kind of morning experience – the chill in the air, the smoky smell, the not-yet-winter-weak sun – has come to be the signal of fall for me. I grew up in the tropics, so I didn’t experience a significant change of seasons until I was an adult, and it’s still a profound moment for me when realization hits that *ding* we’ve changed again!
What is your “moment of realization” experience? When do you truly feel the onset of fall?