It’s finally here. My favorite month of the year. 
While followed closely by September and then by November, Autumn never fails to take my breath away with each striking sunset and the never ending thrill of the crunch as another leaf falls victim to my boot. 

Scarves, tea, bundling up, and the coziness that comes with our instinctual sense that its time to prepare for winter make me feel safe. But the sunsets…the sunsets give me such joy.

Striking yellows that melt into the most piercing of magentas as the sky melts down towards the darkness of the earth; they’re so captivating. So naturally, weekends like this one are gold in my book. Hours of elongated painted skies that return day after day, and are just as pretty when the sun peeks over the hills in the morning. 

The opportunity to wake up in the foothills everyday became less of a task and more of a treasure with each sunburst. Waking up to peace, quiet and a few weathered roosters was quite joyful. Harvesting a garden, fixing a fence, playing with the dogs, taking a nap; all of those things were marvelous and fulfilling by themselves, and then there were the sunrises and sunsets. 

I’m waiting somewhat patiently for life’s next sunrise, and I’m beginning to find a similar anxiety that I experience when a photo can’t capture the dimensions of the sky. I can’t pin life down, which means I can’t manipulate it, control it, or have the answers to the questions I think I should be able to recite from memory. 

So during my favorite month and my favorite season, I’m going to do my best to let that anxiety go. To have faith in the strength of my intellect and my will, and to enjoy the memories that will inevitably be made.  Made during my next trip to watch my sweet little one marry her love, made on the ferris wheel with my favorite four year old, and drinking wine outside my favorite Half Moon Bay pumpkin patch. Made during the run down Hwy 1 at Ocean Beach for the last three miles of the Nike Women’s Marathon, and made more of during Homecoming, Founder’s Day, and the three other fundraisers I’m hosting before the month closes. 

My heart knows that I can’t will those snapshots to archive in 3D, and that I’ll find my next steps sooner than later but not before the perfect moment in time. So, it’s time to enjoy October. 

*Also, I made cranberry-sweetened mixed fruit granola this weekend, some amazing gingerbread bars (with homegrown zucchini), and some pretty okay zucchini-quinoa lasagne with last week’s homemade tomato sauce. Oh, and there was some amazing biscotti too!