I recently read the October chapter in Amanda Blake Soule's book, The Rhythm of Family. She talks about the darkness of the month, and I did sort of a double take because I couldn't instantly understand what she meant. I get it of course, the day literally gets darker and cooler as a matter of fact. I just always thought of it as the warmest of all seasons.
Autumn is our favorite season at home. I vividly remember the smell and the feel of the air from childhood, it truly felt like a soul harvest.
Today, Autumn invites me to create a cozy home: light fires, light candles, carve pumpkins, roast pumpkin seeds, bake, watch browns, reds and yellows fly off trees.
Autumn is our favorite season at home. I vividly remember the smell and the feel of the air from childhood, it truly felt like a soul harvest.
Today, Autumn invites me to create a cozy home: light fires, light candles, carve pumpkins, roast pumpkin seeds, bake, watch browns, reds and yellows fly off trees.
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Autumn is my favorite time, I always liken the leaves falling to memories of the year falling into my soul, to take inward through the Winter months and reflect on the changes I will make, to make things better or different, so that come Spring new ideas can be made.
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