There is something so ... comfortable about autumn. Truthfully, I've never been a huge fan of the season - it was always the start of school (which for many years, I HATED), the end of summery warm weather and long days, the end of leaves and green-ness, and mostly the promise of a LONG Saskatchewan winter. Lately, though, I've begun to appreciate everything autumn brings. (I'm not going to lie, though, when my cousin and I were listing the 10 reasons to like each season, autumn was our most difficult one). I love the smell, the color, and the way the sunshine takes on this liquid honey tone and covers everything with it's drops of golden sweetness. This fall has been especially nice considering the short summer with limited sunshine that we had this year. It's as if good ol Mother Nature is trying to apologize for her fickleness in the warmth department all summer long by giving us the most amazing Indian Summer ever. And, continuing to be strung along by her wiles...we all are buying it...but it is beautiful. One of the reasons to love the prairies, I guess - you never know what the next day will bring.
Oh! and because I didn't write on here directly after our Cowboy Poetry thinger...the 'cowboy poetry' that I tried to write for the occasion:
The time has come, the cowboy said, to hum a different tune
Of pintoed mares and moonlit stares and a full-blown harvest moon
Of love's first glance and last embrace
And shooting stars in endless space
That's how far I got.
Maria & Cecelia
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