Those close to me know that I’ve been mourning the imminent loss of summer for a few weeks. The dread hit me in the face a few weeks ago when I happened to glimpse some geese roughly flying in the shape of a V.
For a while I was in denial and I tried to ignore the darker mornings and slight chill in the air as I left for work each day. I also went through a stage of minor depression as I mourned the fact that there would be no more after work “dates” with my husband on the patio.
This morning I woke up to the sound of rain on the skylight in our ensuite. At first I didn’t realize what it was because it hasn’t rained that much for a while. Then something happened that moved me forward in my “grieving” for the loss of summer.
My husband rolled over and put his arm around me and we cuddled under the quilt for a while. Just a quiet few minutes, listening to the rain fall, enjoying the sound of the Yorkie’s breathing, and feeling safe and secure in my husband’s arms, and my mind began to wander to what this change of seasons will bring.
I have some indoor projects that I’ve been neglecting as I’ve been spending as much time as possible enjoying the summer sunshine. The Pacific Northwest rainy season is a good time to put on a crock pot meal and head up to the sewing room to spend an afternoon. There are a number of used bookstores in the area that I have not yet had a chance to explore since we arrived last year.
So here I am now in the final stage of the grieving process. Acceptance. Autumn, I welcome you.