Today as I came inside and stood in the kitchen there was a little click like the sound of an M&M dropping to the floor. When I looked down, there was a red ladybug crawling on the tile. It must be good luck to bring in a ladybug with you. As the days get darker sooner, the air smells like campfire, and the flowers start to rot, I think about the insects and how this is the last time we see them before the cold kicks in.
At the playground, Desmond and I collect these:
... and the night sky struggles to turn pink amid the dark Portland rain clouds. Everyone has their scarves on.
Petals rot off rosehips, the dahlias have one last bloom, and we get to harvest our goodies from the garden.
The autumnal equinox always bring new creativity.
What are your favorite things about this time of year?