There is a magic that exists as the gossamer layers of summer disappear and the leaves slip their green for autumnal splendor.  

A stillness settles over my home, wrapping me in tranquility and thoughtfulness.  A warm, cozy blanket for which I am reluctant to leave.  The Hermit has taken hold and will reign until spring blossoms peek out of my garden beds. 

The Resting Hill by Cory Godbey

Time to return to my hearth, renew my friendships with favorite authors, savor the tastes of my bountiful harvest, and look to my heart for healing and rejuvenation.  I will stay in this Between for as long as I am able, breathing in the quiet joy that fills my home and makes me linger…until Nature decides which season she will wear next.