This evening as the sun was setting, it was windy and relatively cool. The rain had let up, and those moisture-laden clouds created a breathtaking sunset. And I almost forgot to wish there were changing leaves.
Almost. Not completely. In the last week, I’ve been doing my best to engineer a personal autumn while still loving these balmy, thundery, rainy Guam days.
I’m knitting and crocheting pumpkins.
I’m sewing things with autumn-colored fabric (and remembering why I typically avoid sewing. So many pieces. Eesh).
I’m burning my Kitchen Spice and Crisp Apple Strudel Yankee Candles.
I’m feeling my baby kick surprisingly hard and thinking that I’m becoming ridiculously lazy–and that I miss doing the kind of real work that leaves you tired, messy, sweaty, and rewarded.
I’m reading The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe in Spanish, mostly to make sure I still can.
Maybe it feels a little more like fall now than it did last week, even though the weather hasn’t changed.