Fall is coming

Fall is coming.

It's over 90 here today, but I can smell Autumn.

The wind sucks out the perfume of the earth and blows it into my hair and heart and I feel more alive.

I can't explain it solidly, but I'm already thinking about the first frost, planting tulips with the Bird Woman, and raking leaves.

Fall is coming.

The same sense that pulls the birds to warmer weather makes me want to stay right here and enjoy this spot as though I've never seen it before.

Fall is coming.

It's not the celebration of Spring or the chaos of Summer, but the quieting of the festivities.

All the life you gathered in the warm months settles down in the the nooks and crannies of your heart and home to sustain you through the winter.

Fall is coming.

Fall is my favorite.

Fall in the Ozarks is my very favorite.