But, for me the pleasures of these last 3 autumns have been heavily tempered by my annual agonizing over whether we can move into our house before winter strikes. Winter on my mountain, while beautiful and white and as splendid as winter can get, arrives unpredictably and irrefutably on her own time-table. And once she's here, my world changes dramatically.
So, I scurry about like the grasshopper in Aesop's morality fable, trying to accept whole-heartedly the moments of stunning beauty surrounding me, fending off (sometimes unsuccessfully) the panic of uncertainty and fear of homelessness. Will this winter be the winter I live in my home for the first time? Only time and lots of hard work will tell.
In the meantime, I'll do my best to soak in these fleeting, golden, gorgeous autumn-y moments while they're here.
|Autumn on the move — looking east from my new kitchen|
|Pear crisp at an autumn equinox celebration|
|Building shelter for winter|
|Autumn color wheel|