Same as last year...missing the Fall.
It's a hot and muggy day in Barcelona and no smells of apples and cinnamon or pumpkin wafting into our windows. No brightly colored leaves outside, just concrete. No crisp air that kisses your cheeks and turns them pink, just thick, balmy air and the occasional sewer breeze.
Last year, on October 17th, I had the same musings and nigglings when I wrote
this. I got creative; I put a fan in the window (it was a cooler day outside), put on a sweatshirt and socks, lit a pumpkin scented candle, and made some of my own Fall decorations. I knew last October, that I would be heading back to California for part of Fall and would get the tail end of delicious smells, and crispy leaves and air.
Not this year.
I did, however, get a taste of crisp mountain air and the smells of nature in October. For my birthday last weekend, we went to the mountains. The leaves were just starting to change and the fresh air was magical.
I got to touch a pinecone!
I am thankful to have had a relaxing and quiet weekend with my cute husband! I am thankful for nature and creation and cold air and babbling brooks and pinecones and trees and stars in the sky. And now that I am back home, I realize I am thankful for the hustle and bustle of city life and for getaways that help me to appreciate each world.
I do think it's time to bake an apple pie...and light that pumpkin candle.
