Summer is over. We had our first frost nights this week. The heating is running again. Our fire wood has been delivered. Leaves are falling. I can´t stop thinking about apple pie.
Autumn is a lovely season but it sure is bittersweet. I feel like we just have emerged from that last cruel winter and I am not ready yet for another one. See those sunflowers? It seems I have just recently planted them, and still by now, only days after that picture was taken, they are frozen and dead. Winter is coming, no matter how much I dread the cold and panic about the darkness.
It may have something to do with the fact that I worked very hard this summer. Like, physically hard. It feels like I have either cleaned the house or tended to the garden all summer long. With the husband slaving away on different summer projects like the deck and the chicken coop, house and garden just fell under my responsibility. So there is in fact some truth to that feeling, but on top I have also worked 40 hours/week in my regular job and entertained a very high maintenance puppy. I am exhausted.*
So in a way, it still feels good to be easing into a season with fewer responsibilities. I´ll focus on that. And soak up that pretty autumn light and try to memorize it as best as I can.
* Just to be clear: I am not complaining. It is hard work to maintain a large house and a large garden, where it takes four hours/week alone to mow the lawn. We knew that, and it will get better once the big summer projects become fewer. Until then, yes, I am overwhelmed at times, but still very grateful for what we have.