The Peace of Autumn
Since I’ve entered the final third of my life, time feels different to me. I grew up in New York State, where the autumns are beautiful with their red and orange and gold trees. I loved the fall, even though it meant winter was coming.
Any more though, when autumn comes it reminds me that I am in the autumn of my life, and it makes me, if not sad, a little melancholy. Yet at the same time, I feel I have developed a positive trait of the autumnal world—harvest. Through a life of sixty plus years, I have gathered knowledge, and have much to share and time to give. I have embraced things I had no time for before—baking, canning, gardening, and crocheting. In this period when I have stepped back from professional life, I have embraced simplicity and domesticity, much to my surprise. I love having things to share, whether that may be cookies or jam with a neighbor, crocheted items, or lessons I have been learning. In a world of chaos and confusion, I have found a peace and openness I never knew in my earlier life. So bring on autumn—I’m ready.
Contributed by Karen Oberst, Klamath Falls Friends