Sweaterweather

It happened today, right around 9:18 am, while I was serving time as parent of the day at the Nursery School.

The wind came up, and through the windows, blowing over Anna who was examining the contents of the Nature Box. Blowing over to me, pulling up some sort of primal memory from last year and twelve years ago and always. All senses at once knowing that the warm days are finally over, the light has changed for good, and it is time for mums, and soup, and deep, deep berry reds.

And at last, time for sweaters.

A note after writing all this: maybe there's a new harbinger of fall for me. The girls came home from school this afternoon and wanted pasta with meat sauce for their snack. Just like the squirrels and the bears, I suppose they're storing up for winter?

Hunkering down, cozying up. Thanks for reading.

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