I guess I always kept a small spot open for autumn and the feelings it brought on; it has a certain magic to it, a certain Witch Baby feeling. That's what I called it. I think because I first read Witch Baby by Francesca Lia Block in the fall and connected her character to the season somehow. I still do. In fact, I've just pulled the book from my shelf and plan on reading it tonight.
I'm not so much of a summer girl anymore. The past two have been brutal and the summer sun seems to have overstayed its welcome. I find myself entertaining dreams of wrapping myself in a blanket beside the fire (which we never use here in Texas), wearing big, snuggly boots, and drinking mugs of hot chocolate topped with loads of marshmallows.
I never would have dreamed of that before. And this may be my last autumn/winter - although I'm not sure San Antonio ever enjoys those seasons in the traditional sense. It does get cold, but there's never any snow, and autumn is really just an extension of summer with slightly cooler mornings.
I say this might be my last because my little family plans on moving to the sea next year. I've always dreamed of living by the sea, but this will be a major uproot, as we'll become ex-pats of the U.S and neither of us has ever lived overseas.
Some say we're crazy, some say they wish they could do the same. Maybe we are a little bit crazy, but that's how it is when you're chasing dreams. My love wants to live a simple life, tend a garden full of vegetables, get away from the rush of American life. I want the same, plus be able to fully devote myself to writing without worrying about finances. If we can find a cottage by the sea, that would be a dream come true!
It will be quite strange having Christmas in the summertime and spring when my family is enjoying fall, but I welcome the adventure. (I'm a little bit scared too.) Wherever we end up, I pray for happiness and love and new discoveries. Mostly I pray that wherever we are we offer our hearts to those around us.
Many autumn blessings,