The Finger Lakes is a place of deep, lengthy winters. Known for having snow squalls straight into the month of May. But for the three winters we have lived here, each winter has been a little less snowy and the winter a little shorter. This year has been the oddest in particular. While we've had…
Tag: a seasonal shift
When the Year is Dying
It is a typical gray November day. The air is bitter and heavy with woodsmoke, the ground having just melted away the last of the heavy frost, and sweaters are now the normal every day wardrobe. In the past few weeks, I have found myself with holiday burnout before the holidays have even truly begun.…
The Halfway Point and All It Holds
A few years ago I was in therapy for anxiety, and I'm in therapy again, and an area we worked on was getting myself to take into full consideration the present. To be more mindful in my day-to-day activities so that I would not be as crippled with anxiety over possibilities in the future. It…
Autumn, Again
How are we here already? Autumn is my favorite season, one I deeply miss when it isn't present and eagerly look forward to the moment I hit my threshold for being constantly sweaty in the depths of summer. I appreciate and love every other season but autumn? That's perfection to me. And yet I am…
The Blending of Summer and Autumn
In Virginia, August was the depth of summer. The hottest days, the highest of humidity made all the worse if a tropical storm or hurricane came winding up the coast. We had regular days where the heat index was over 100 and I wouldn't go outside if you paid me. The humidity was oppressive, choking…
It Began At Harvest
Please Note: An edited version of this piece will be featured in the Autumn issue of Bella Grace magazine. More details to follow. In my childhood, autumn was sweaters and boots and jeans. Sometimes, autumn was winter jackets a puffing our breath into the air to pretend we were dragons. But always, it began at…
August, Again
In the mid-Atlantic, I could never truly differentiate between June, July and August other than the comings and goings of birthdays. The passage of time was unnoticed by the weather, hot and muggy as it was with the air pressing down on your skin whether it be in sun or shade, day or night. The…