There is a cool breeze blowing through my bedroom window this morning. It carries the slightest hint of Fall on its wing. I am so ready for the change in seasons, ready for it to slow down and cool off.
I don't what it is about this time of year that sets off my nesting instinct. Maybe something from ancient days when people, like squirrels, prepared for winter by storing up for the long cold days ahead.
Now I'm not running around my yard burying accorns, but I do think I'll spend part of my day "unburying" all my autumn paraphernalia, and there is a lot of it, collected over the years from every Dollar Store and Wal Mart in driving distance.
I have wreaths for the doors, all gold, orange and red leaf covered. There are rust-colored coffee cups decorated with accorns and more bright leaves. I have place mats and pot holders and rugs and baskets and candles and lots of other things I won't remember until I dive into the closet and unearth them.
It will be a mission of discovery, especially when I come upon something I don't remember buying, and I always come upon something I don't remember buying.
Perhaps putting all of this in place will hasten the season's arrival. At least it will put me in a Fall state of mind when that cool breeze turns back into a humid wind, which it surely will as summer struggles against saying its farewell.
For now, I'm sipping my coffee and smiling as the chill bumps pop up on my bare arms (doesn't take much to cause them to appear). Hey, a squirrel just stopped in the midst of accorn burying, looked right at me and gave me what looked like a smile. Ah, he knows it too -- Fall is in the air this morning.
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