Tomorrow, fall, which seems deserving of celebration in spite of everything. I’ve always been something of a season watcher. It’s worth the moment to marvel, I think, at the way the light changes in a room after dinner, or to notice that the crabapples are starting to blush, or that the squirrels have renewed their scampering along a window ledge, mouths puffed up with evidence of their hard work. Having kids makes the seasons’ passing seem all the more poignant. Last fall, only the glimmer of acknowledgement from a two-year-old that leaves had changed color. This fall, every day a new question about when the colors will start to creep in and if it’s time to fill up our bucket with acorns. “We can look for stars at bedtime now, Mama.”
Snuggle up, two ways.
+ Dig your favorite throw blanket out of deep storage.
+ Consider one of these beauties.