Celebrating the Autumnal Equinox

Autumn seemed to arrive suddenly that year.  The morning of the first September was crisp and golden as an apple. –J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

I love, love, love the change of season from summer to fall.  It sneaks up on me every year. It’s so hot in Atlanta, but in September it starts to cool down oh so subtly.  Then one day you just notice that the fall weather has arrived.  There are so many great things to love about autumn.  Some are purely in memory, and some are purely in the present.

Things I love about autumn past and present:

Pumpkin pie.

The growth of the mums.

County fairs.

Wearing leggings and stretchy pants again.

Boots, boots, and more boots.

‘End of summer’ sales!

Hay rides.

Piles of pine needles and big pine cones.

Colors.

Cool air.

Sweaters.

Football.

Darker toenail polish.

Kid’s fall softball league.

Hot tea.

Crackling fires.

Halloween costumes.

Trick or treating.

Caramel apples.

Thanksgiving.

Pilgrims & Native Americans.

Turkey and dressing.

Apples.

Pumpkin patches.

Corn mazes.

Haunted houses.

Scary movies.

Burn season.

Hot apple cider.

Clear blue skies.

Leather jackets.

Riding Harleys.

Scarecrows.

Denim.

Chicken pot pie.

Indian corn and gourds.

Gloves.

Old college campuses.

Bicycles.

Sitting on the porch.

ATV’s & woods.

Pottery.

Gatlinburg.

The Boston Mountains.

Eating and shopping at Cracker Barrel.

Oh, but somehow that list falls flat.  I have read it and re-read it.  It just doesn’t do it for me. For a while I couldn’t figure out what was missing. I read it to my husband.  He said, “It’s not one of your best, but then you know that.”  He was right. But what was wrong about it?  I slept on it.  I woke up.  I still didn’t know.

Ahhh.  Then it hit me.  How could I be so shallow?  People.  The people are missing.  This is where I get all blubbery and start crying all over my blog.  It is my family and friends that make all the great stuff of autumn so great.  I love my current family, the family I grew up with, and don’t get me started on my friends. It is these folks, the living and dead, with whom I have created all the autumn memories of past and, these folks, the living, with whom I will enjoy the autumn of present.

Eating a piece of pumpkin pie is OK.  But eating a piece of pumpkin pie while at my friend Betsy’s family reunion in Tennessee is comforting.  Her family, and Dan’s, accepted me as if I was one of their own. And so did Jan’s parents, Sam and Sue. All those years when I couldn’t be with my own family I drove up over the Boston Mountains to Rogers, Arkansas and sat on the floor in the kitchen in front of the giant stone fire place and talked late into the night and ate pumpkin pie. Now that’s the way to enjoy pumpkin pie.  Or year after year of Thanksgivings at my grandmother’s house stuffing myself with turkey and her very best dressing, and still saving a wee bit of space in my stomach for pumpkin pie. Or watching my little granddaughter, who is the pickiest eater I know, eat pumpkin pie, as we celebrated last year in her new home, the first time she’d lived in a house.  She’d ask me a couple of days before, “Gigi, are you coming to Happy Thanksgiving at our house?”  Absolutely.  I wouldn’t miss it for the world.

It is my family and friends that make all the events and things of autumn so very special.  It is my family and friends that make celebrating the Autumnal Equinox meaningful.  And so, to you my family and friends and my blogging buddies, Happy Fall.  Awesome Autumnal Equinox!  May you find much meaning as you reflect on autumns both past and present. May you be richly blessed by time with your family and friends.

Autumn is the hardest season. The leaves are all falling, and they’re falling like they’re falling in love with the ground. –Andrea Gibson

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