I'm not a summer person. I will say, that over the last few years, Tim has shown me how to enjoy summer a bit more than I ever did.

But really, this is my time.


I get a profound but simple pleasure from donning sweater and scarf. I am awed when surrounded by crisp air and nature's breathtaking last gasp before winter. I love being outside in the fall more than at any other time of year.


And yet, left to my own devices, I suspect that I might always choose to stay inside. I love the coziness, the hunkering down, the comforting routine, of being voluntarily housebound. And the colder weather gives me an excuse to stay in. Hygge.


To stay in and bake something. Cook something. Something involved and time-consuming.

To light candles, earlier and earlier.

To consider couch sitting a night's activity.

To drink hot cider, and red wine, and hot chocolate, and pots of tea. Not all at the same time, necessarily.

To pick a project. Those empty photo albums. Those three scarves, unfinished on the needles.

To put on some of the old records, now that we can sit and listen for a while.

To get under the covers to read.

To shut the door, and be together. I like when we drive by houses at night, and see a light glowing through the windows. Maybe getting a peek at someone moving around inside.

I love that we are inside our own little house, lights glowing, and us all living within these comforting walls.

Life dictates that I will have to leave the house. I know this all too well. I will take that walk. I will go cheer on the kids. I will meet friends and get provisions, and drive everyone where ever they need to go.


But after that, you know where to find me.

More tomorrow. Thanks for reading.
tt