It’s always this time of year when the last of the figs on our honored fig tree ripen, and I frantically pick the last bouquets of wild clover in the field near our house to put on our kitchen table, that I feel torn between wanting summer to stay longer and fall to arrive sooner. Summer has always been my favorite season, the longer the better. However, each year the bugs seem to multiply more and more as the days get hotter and hotter. It’s now that I find myself looking forward to closing all the windows, throwing on a sweater, and lighting candles, while a big pot of nourishing soup simmers on the stove.

Fall seems to fit me better in many ways. You might know this about me already, I tend to lean towards being more melancholic than cheerful. (I had to pause here to look up a word for the opposite of melancholy. :) At least in my thoughts, not so much in my personality. I can be very cheerful in person, especially if I am doing something I love or with someone I love. I just worry about everything, overthink everything, question everything, and am a bit too skeptical at times, but remain hopeful all of the time. It’s this hopefulness that keeps me happily floating in the sea of life. Yesterday, I listened to this talk and found hope in it and feel ready to fully commit to a daily meditation practice again, starting today.

This will be the last three things for a while, as I migrate to Patreon.

You can check out My Patreon if you are interested. I am excited for this new place to share, even though it means less posting publicly, I am hoping it will allow me to feel more income security.

Did you know figs are actually a flower? And are they vegan? I really enjoyed this New Yorker article.

The music of Ane Brun is perfect for transitioning from summer to fall.