Today I love the tenacious ivy and wild grape vine clinging to the old brick walls. I love the way they metaphorically shrug their shoulders when you clip them away from windows, doors, and gutters. I love that they would warn you, if you asked and they could talk, not to be surprised when you look away for a moment and look back to find them once again decorating doors and windows, and playfully swinging from the gutters. I love how they do not give up.
Today I love that it is good old Saturday, and that means Farmers’ Market day. I love that I have such a rich resource in my town. I love that I can buy things that are just so much better, things that have come a shorter distance then they might have, things that have been produced in a less concentrated environment. I love that these things are often sold by the same people who planted and cultivated and harvested them, or raised them from young, or made them with the hands that hand them to me. I love that I’m thinking that squash would be a good veggy to have in my kitchen this week.
Today I love that it is another perfect autumn morning with the sun slanting in from the south and the air smelling cool and crisp with early fall smells that still remind me of summer, but also tell of the coming changes. There will be walks through rusted leaves and celebrations of harvest and gatherings of people talking about what happened and what is to come.
Today I love coffee. I love having a cup with the autumn sun. There is a strength and a warmth to that light that reminds you that, even the the days are getting colder, it is the sun that will keep you through the winter. And while the sun has a whole other hemisphere to bring summer to, it will not let us go without light completely. There will be just enough light for coffee and thoughts of looking to the future and remembering the past. I’ll drink a cup of coffee in toast to that.