There is a day in early autumn when life comes back in focus. The world has a new clarity, with crisp edges and intense color. As the tree colors change, so does the light, no longer dusty green but glowing and sharp. My elderly hound has renewed energy for chasing the squirrels who make it over the fence in the nick of time. It is my favorite time of year — open windows, meals on the porch, piles of gourds at the farmers’ markets, faint memories of burning leaves, and birthday parties with children whirling on the lawn.
Inspired by the change in weather, I put aside my other projects and pick up the half-finished sweater that was abandoned in the May heat.
Cooking is once again a pleasure. The last tastes of summer are preserved in sauces that will nourish me on the shortest winter days.
The remnants of a hurricane shake the trees bare. My street is covered with shining golden leaves, wet with rain.
It is birthday season for me and for my dearest friends. For us, the new year is now.
How do you celebrate the changing of the seasons?