the first day of autumn

Early mornings have been a bit chilly lately. I knew Autumn must be around the corner. When the calendar jumped to 1 March today, I was slightly surprised. I always forget February is a short month.

Autumn has always been my absolute favourite season. It’s never too much of anything—hot or cold. Spring is too windy and brings hay-fevers. Summer this year has been unbelievably humid and hot. Winter is always miserable, wet and cold.

Today, as the first day of Autumn in New Zealand, has been absolute bliss. The sun was high up in the sky. It was a soft blue, calming day. The kind of day that makes me feel like I’m too blessed to stress about anything. So I truly enjoyed every moment of it.

There are a lot of disturbing things happening near and far. Things that I can’t control. Events that break my heart.

There are many unknowns in the upcoming season. I don’t know when I wake up tomorrow, how I may feel. What kind of headlines may be on the news.

I read somewhere years ago that “let yourself have seasons” and it’s so important when it comes to the natural ebb and flow of our desire to create or consume or participate.

All I know is right now, in front of me, the sun is setting and casting a warm glow on everything it touches. George is busy making me some dinner. My plants are bathing in the golden light. Life is made up of little moments like this. Moments that I want to keep close to my heart forever.