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.