We are having beautiful autumn days here.
I wrote to my brother in Ireland one morning and said, "You would love this day. It's warm and the air smells good and there is just enough breeze to whip the leaves around."
And he wrote back, "Abe and I will be right over on my bike."
That would be one long wet bike ride.
What is it about warm autumn days that make me a little homesick and reminiscent of childhood days?
I remember running home, off the bus, eager to get outside and play.
There was always a little excitement in the air-maybe it's because I adored Halloween so much and counted down the days, or maybe it was just all the change going on in nature.
I still feel the same but have to fight the feeling of dread I feel about the coming long cold dark winter months.
Meanwhile, Janey and Patrick and I take a little walk around the block once or twice every day, collecting leaves and acorns, and soak up the sunshine.