Yesterday's rain brought a drop in the dew point which means instant relief from the humidity here in middle Tennessee. Between a change in the temperature and a steady stream of Facebook feed pictures of school aged children all holding signs stating the first day of school for which ever grade they happen to find themselves entering, I feel a shift in the seasons.
I have no little ones heading back to school. But, the moving rental will come and be loaded to take my oldest daughter to Louisiana to graduate school. Perhaps she will let me snap her picture with a sign saying, "Grad School or Bust" for me to post.
My youngest daughter will start a new semester of nursing school on the twenty-sixth. She has only three remaining semesters. I can easily see the beginning of her new chapter in sight.
The Son has been asked to choose the way in which he wishes to live his life.....but do it away from home. He has been told that he can figure it out and his father and I did when we were about his age. I hope he chooses well.
My mother died in late October sixteen years ago. She started her decline about this time of year. As I sit on the porch of the morning and the evening the sounds of crickets and frogs seems to slow. The biting humidity gives way to a cleaner, dryer air and my body remembers.
Sadness still comes sixteen years later. An open window with the smells of dried leaves brings to mind that time when I held on tight to every bit of her that I could. Now it is a new generation that I am releasing.
I guess that I find my life entering it's own Autumn. Fatigue helps me accept the new season. Experience helps me to appreciate it. Hope helps me to keep looking forward.
Praying for all of us.