Notes from Windward: #58
A Gentle Autumn Morning
Savanah and Tucker
Fall is my favorite time of year. I was reminded of that this morning, October 6th, our first hard frost.
A little early this year, but welcome. The tiny white crystals melt early, but serve as a gentle
reminder of the coming winter. I'm reading Simple Abundance and like to start my morning by
reading a few pages. Sarah Ban Breathnach's words help center my perspective on the day and
occasionally slow my pace, which is good. I have a tendency to go a little too fast and long.
I also like to start my mornings by walking or running a few miles. This time of year is
precious, because the rains have started. I grab every morning I can because I don't like running
in the rain! When I'm out on the county road, alone with the sounds of birds and the occasional
sound of a chain saw cutting wood for someone's winter fire, I get a lot done.
ready to go for a run
Dolly's Lamma stops by
This is my thinking, planning, musing and working-things-out time. Whether it's figuring out how I feel
about something, planning for my current writing project, unraveling a problem or simply
enjoying the beauty of the outdoors, I find that time increasingly valuable. It's a time for
reflection, awareness, and clarity. I'm not sure whether that's a result of physical activity and
being attuned to the rhythm of my body, or the crisp, clear air of a beautiful autumn morning.
Maybe it's both.
Windward is beautiful this time of year. My favorite time of year--until the first snow
falls and the landscape becomes a fairy winter land of white set against a backdrop of the
brightest blue sky you can imagine. I kind of like that time of year, too. But first, I'm enjoying
the days of autumn.
for a good-morning scratch
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