The change of seasons is like a tap on the shoulder: nature's way of getting our attention and reminding us that she's still here. As the weather turns, and the land responds to change with new colors and new life—I start to see things in a new way. I notice details, that before had gone unnoticed. With this earthly transformation I also feel a sense of personal renewal, and I'm comforted by the cycle of life and the predictability of what lies ahead.
With the arrival of each new season, I also feel compelled to do all of the seasonal things. In the spring I want to see cherry blossoms on the Tidal Basin, pick tulips and soak in the sunshine, in the summer we plan road trips to see sunflowers and I long for a visit to the beach, in the fall we pick apples and search for pumpkins, and in the winter we look for the perfect Christmas tree. There's something about marking the seasons, and appreciating their unique treasures that makes each day, week and month, feel a little more full.
Since we are well into October, last weekend felt like the right time to visit a local pumpkin patch at Queen Anne Farm, stroll through the hills with the boys, admire fall's bounty, and search for a few pumpkins to bring home.