Last Monday, The Girlie and I somehow sensed that we were enjoying the last day of summer, so we packed in some play time outside, one last swim in the pool, and even a long drive out to the farm. Sure enough, the very next morning the air was bracing and the trees looked different, somehow.
Now, fall is definitely here. The air-conditioner has ceased its droning, and the fleece footy pajamas have slid to the front of the drawer. This is my favorite season, by far. Especially as the weather reminds me of past years in Glorietta: warm sun and cool air. Unfiltered mountain light and the smell of Pinion in the air. Of wearing sandals, shorts, and a sweatshirt, all at the same time. Of being sweaty and chilled, and then sweaty again. Of building a fire in one of the fireplaces at night, and huddling around the coffee pot in the morning.
But best of all are the friendships: some fresh and new, and many of which are sustained by blog and email and which are refreshed every fall with big hugs and long conversations. For a couple of days, we catch up on what we’ve missed, talk about what we’re dreaming about, and shoot the breeze about nothing at all. And every year, a few more folks get folded into this expansive, boundless friendship. It is a beautiful thing.