(personal) Frost on the pumpkins

33 degrees F this morning in NH, which is not really motivating when you are supposed to get out of bed.  Especially since we haven’t turned the heat on yet.  Man, I love crisp fall apples, but cold fall mornings?  Not so much.

 

But this change of seasons reminds me that change is always possible, and that even if it feels dark now, and cold, that warm days are coming.  And there are some good things about fall: apples, pumpkins, hot chocolate and hot tea, hot cider spiked with cinnamon, the brilliant colors of leaves that frame the roadway.  I’m pulling out my warm sweaters that have been put away all summer, and smelling the comforting smell of wood stoves from my neighbors.  My cats are more willing to snuggle, and the afghan I’m working on is cozy as I spread it out on my lap.

 

I’m still struggling with writing – I’m fairly certain I have a touch of Seasonal Affective Disorder, and it’s hard to push through the “meh” to do the writing that I know I need to.  But I’m working on it.  This Monday is the the beginning of the 3rd week I’ve been completely gluten-free, and that seems to help a bit as well.  My knee doesn’t hurt as much.  I’m walking.

 

Life is good, even in the dark, cold mornings when I don’t want to get out of bed.

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