Summer has passed in these parts. The leaves exhibit the beginnings of change from lush green to brilliant reds, golds, and browns. Air is cooler during the day and Wind has picked up a bit.
Earth is turning toward her sleep time. Am I ready for the upcoming winter?
This weekend I spent it canning tomatoes into stewed tomatoes and spaghetti sauce. I also made a bunch of pickles, both zucchini and cucumber, in hopes of holding me until next summer, but I know what I canned isn’t enough to get us to December, much less next spring. Next year we hope to grow more and be in a better financial position so I can buy what I can’t grow to can.
I am feeling myself start to wind down, start to journey to that dark, cold, lonely place I go in the winter. Instead of fighting winter as I usually do, I am going to embrace it this year. Instead of trying to combat the debilitating depression, I am going to accept it and embrace it. It’s all part of the balance and pace I discussed in my last post, and about accepting myself for who I am, not what I want to be.
Tipper Gore once said something like “Once I hit 40, I just didn’t care what others thought.” While I’m not there yet (nor am I 40 yet), I can see myself embracing such a belief.