Fall is on its way. Little by little, hints of red and gold are appearing among the trees. The days seem to alternate between razor-sharp clarity and a dreamy blue haze, and the air is sweet with the scent of apples and woodsmoke.
And something else. Usually it seems as though, autumn in this part of the world arrives in a flurry of color and is over in an instant -- leaving only the muted golds, browns and grays of dry grass, bare trees and fallen leaves. This year, though, it's as if the cool summer rains have delayed the onset of fall; it's almost October, but sometimes it looks and feels as though fall hasn't properly begun.
Not that I'm complaining. This is my favorite season of the year, and I'd love to be able to enjoy it to its fullest extent. Winter will be here soon enough, and it will last more than long enough. So I'm keeping the boat in the water, enjoying some nice hikes and bike rides, astonished that you can still get ripe tomatoes at the farmer's market and enjoying the taste of a crisp McIntosh apple.
Fall will be here soon -- and once it comes, it will fly swiftly. This, I think, is a little gift for us. One we should enjoy!