Then autumn descends, and I calm down (a little bit) and realize that I actually enjoy this season. The slight dip in the temperatures give me an energy burst for bike rides and forest walks. The fiery blush of color spreading through the tree branches is beautiful. The daily change in the world is so different from the stable, comfort of daily green and sunshine of summer, but finds its own way to be peaceful and welcome. And the excuse to eat soup.
I do continue to feel a certain amount of anxiety to get outside as much as possible. Every time the boys groan as I push them off for another bike ride or a walk around the lake, I remind them that winter is coming and they won't be able to go outside for months, and that we must work on our vitamin D storage now.
This is what I need to work on. I need to work on just enjoying the moment, for what the moment is worth, and not because of how much it will mean in the future, or because of how much I will regret it if I don't do it right now, or because I think it should mean or represent something so much more.
I need to just enjoy fall for what it is:
-Walks around the lake (a pleasure obviously shared by wildlife)
-Gorgeous golden sunlight
-Another season spent with my beautiful family.
Yes, I'll admit that I still can't shake the thought that the glorious colored leaves covering the tree branches and ground will soon be replaced by snow, but for now, I'm going to enjoy the golden, changing days.
And eat soup.