Autumn has always been my favorite season, with fresh starts, births and birthdays, my wedding anniversary (we celebrated 12 years on Sunday) . . .
But this year, I was hesitant to enter the season – to start up the same yoga class I had to leave off last year because I fell unexpectedly pregnant. I still have memories of morning sickness and trips to the Chateau de Thoiry and the Ferme de Gally and the Great Expectation I carried within. I also think the Christmas season might be a touch hard, especially the day after Christmas, which is when I lost my Alistair.
But overall, I’ve been doing better than expected as my favorite season in all its colors rolls in.
And what is Autumn without apples and sweaters?
and warm berry pies.
The children don’t know this yet, but we are going to get a dog. I still can’t believe it – I never thought that the good it would bring to our family would outweigh in my mind the inconvenience of having a toddler-like creature who never becomes independent. Yet here we are.
When I thought we might get one from the refuge (we’ve decided to contact a breeder instead), I sent in my specifications to find the right dog for us. I stated that I didn’t really want one that barked a lot and stirred our neighbors to even greater animosity over our inveterate rambunctiousness.
It may mean less of these peaceful mornings ahead of me