For
those of us who embrace the sun, heat, humidity, glistening skin, linen, the
sounds of trickling water, and the slow easy pace of summer, the approach of
autumn tolls the end of lazy afternoons spent on the porch with lime flavored
iced tea, a book, and a cat lounging at one’s feet or evenings sipping wine on
the deck in an Adirondack chair enjoying the beauty of the gardens and sounds
of the Corinthian bells wind chimes with the aroma of some delicious treat on
the grill or smoker.
Towards
the end of September my psyche begins to prepare for hibernation. I do not ski.
I do not appreciate cold weather, snow, wind, bare trees, leafless bushes,
starkness, ice, frozen feet, closed windows, and a landscape bereft of color,
texture and life.
Fortunately,
I work from home and now have the privilege of avoiding a multi hour commute in
inclement weather. And have a full wine cellar. But I still must venture
outside to go to yoga, the grocery store, and run errands. The limited amount
of sunlight causes seasonal affective disorder. I tend to withdraw into myself
and embrace my home.My
husband and I do not overindulge in holidays, which we believe focus too much
on the commercial rather than the spiritual.
We do enjoy the days off from work.
For
me the only facets of fall and the approaching winter that I can celebrate
involve wearing whisper soft cashmere sweaters, wrapping myself in a cashmere
shawl while sipping tea and reading in front of the fire, slipping on my
beloved Frye boots, enjoying the aroma of burning leaves, watching the birds at
the feeder through my window, and embracing rich cool weather pasta, soups,
& stews and huddling under a lovely down comforter.
Perhaps
my mood has transitioned as a result of receiving fall catalogs in the mail,
which I perused this afternoon and caused me to start thinking about wearing
sweaters. It could be the earlier sunsets, the smell of the cinnamon bun candle
I lit this afternoon, the leaves starting to brown, or the cats fattening up. Maybe
a part of me looks forward to pulling out my favorite cashmere sweaters from
Garnet Hill! Cashmere does bring me joy!
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