It’s interesting that last year at this time I was almost in a panic at the thought of autumn and the short, dark, and wet days on the horizon. I was also spending a lot of time thinking about my approaching fiftieth birthday that was also looming. I felt almost desperate to hold on to summer, perhaps a slight parallel with the way I felt about entering my own autumn season.
This year I am looking forward to some cozy months indoors. I’m thinking about time for baking, trying some new recipes, and doing some quilting. I’ve sorted out things in my sewing room and there’s fabric on my cutting table just waiting for a Saturday afternoon when I can begin.
I’ve discovered that fifty is really just a number, and yet there is something about reaching that milestone that has shifted my priorities and changed my focus.
On another note, I just realized that if my Mom was still here she would be turning eighty years of age today. It’s almost impossible for me to imagine her as an old woman; she passed way suddenly when she was fifty-five. I miss her still.

Seasons change and bring the end of some adventures and the beginning of others. I like your attitude of preparing for the new adventure with plans for creating.
Fall is my favorite time of year. Always has been. Perhaps because it's when school started, new beginnings, new school books, notebooks, pens and pencils. Turning 50 was an amazing transition for me. Began to let go of what other people think and focus more on my intentions. Happpy creativity!
Karen
Here's to remembering your mom well!
I think I understand your post well. This time last year it was 30 that thumbed its nose at me, and then fall was full of sadness and stress as death and poor health and bad choices invaded our family and extendeds. This year I'm ready to face 31. And I'm ready to see a better fall.
You have such a positive outlook on life – bravo!
I love autumn – it instantly puts me in a good mood, and I just love looking at all the colors God has painted on the earth.