I was driving home from work last night and the autumn sun was setting. It cast a warm, orange glow across the fields of crops, among the trees and filled the valleys.
One of my new favorite songs came on on the radio. It's about dirt, roots and settling down somewhere.
I felt blessed.
I felt warm.
I felt gratitude.
Every year around this time, everyone talks about fall/autumn being their favorite season. Everyone loves the pumpkin spice everything, apple cider, boots, sweaters, decorating the front porches, the leaves changing and the imaginary hayrides.
Don't get me wrong, I deck out my porch, buy my very fair share of pumpkin spice everything and I can't wait to cozy up in a pair of boots and a sweater.
Those things are not the reason to love this season, though. At least not for me anyways.
I'm a farmer's wife so you're probably thinking I love this season because harvest coincides with it. I love harvest. I love the rush, the rewarding feeling and the teamwork within our family. It's definitely an event I look forward to all year.
Harvest isn't the reason I love this season though.
It's a busy season, but it's also a season that tends to slow me down. It's the only time during the year when I stop and collect my thoughts. And I do it often.
I think a lot during the autumn season.
I love to take a drive, go on a walk or drive the tractor and just think.
The last few years, I've developed such a deep appreciation for who I am, what I do and where I live. I don't know why it takes the autumn season every year to remind myself that everything is okay; but every year, that reminder is there. It's everywhere.
It's in the rustling sound of the leaves falling.
It's in the hum of a combine running in the distance.
It's in the steam off a good hot meal brought out to the field by my mother in law.
It's in my favorite worn out hooded sweatshirt as I pull it over my head and sink into it.
Autumn is sort of like my Christmas season.
It's just what I live for. It only last a few weeks, but while it's here, I try to squeeze out all the thoughts and good feelings of gratitude out that I can.
Sometimes I feel like I am just going through the motions all year until autumn gets here.
Everyone is putting up the last of the food, grain and feed for the winter from their gardens and the fields. I'm going to be putting up gratitude and warm feelings. You know, the same way squirrels put up nuts for the winter.