During her final hours, Summer has delivered a bright burst of sunlight. The piercing white light penetrates the grey sky outside my bedroom window and I feel a strange sense of nostalgia thinking back over the past three months.
Autumn arrived early and patiently waited for Summer to gather her things and depart on her northern holiday. Autumn is generous in many ways and it is during this beautiful season that soft light filters through my windows, causing everything to glow differently.
I've been baking warm desserts lately with green granny smith apples, cinnamon and brown sugar. The urge to bake and share sticky, sweet dishes directly from my shiny oven with my loved ones is a feeling that is familiar to me during the Autumn months and like the light that shines through my windows, I feel warmth and a certain, special glow. As the leaves outside fade to hues of golden yellow and warm red I take comfort in the soft light. Autumn to me means countless cups of hot tea, adventures found within the dog-eared pages of my favorite books, and a kitchen that is constantly filled with the sweet, spicy aromas of cinnamon, nutmeg, vanilla, and love.
Outside the flood waters continue to recede as I mentally note what ingredients I need to purchase this afternoon in order to bake a rhubarb pie.
On this, her final day I am saddened yet filled with happiness and hope simultaneously as Summer draws her final breaths.