Friday, October 19, 2007
On the way home from taking K to the park this morning, I bought these flowers and some festive corn to hang on our door. What I didn't realize at the time that I was purchasing two things that very much remind me of my mom - and on her birthday.
My mom loved the fall - the colors, the falling leaves, the pumpkins, the corn stalks. I can't look at a pumpkin without thinking of her - and of the trips she took to the farm where she grew up in PA and where they still harvest pumpkins every year to fill up our van with pumpkins that would be sold at our church fair. I remember that van filled with what must have been a hundred pumpkins.
Maybe this is why I love the fall too - why I welcome the cooler weather, the darker mornings, the leaves falling from the trees, getting adjusted to close-toed shoes again - why fall doesn't mean the coming of dark winter days and the same boring winter coat, but is more comforting and welcoming than any other time of year. Because when fall is here, it's like she's all around me. And that just makes me really pretty happy.