Welcome autumn; after a long, hot summer we have earned these mornings of cool, crisp air – doors and windows ajar, the sounds of birds wafting through.
As a child my father would take my brother and me on fall walks to collect the ever-changing colorful leaves from trees, especially maples that adorned New York parks and streets. My mother, on the other hand, never liked fall, as it signified death and dying to her. I have mixed feelings – sharing hers, but relishing the temperatures that tell us that life in the desert is still a life worth living.
Perhaps Albert Camus described the best way to envision fall. He said: “Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.”
Rejoice, fall is here!