Category Archives: Seasons


 August, for me, is a lot like February. An oddly long month, with nothing to really set it apart. And then 3 years ago my youngest daughter arrived, on her due date halfway through the month, following close after the closing ceremonies of the Summer Olympics in London. (I do not recommend Spice Girls as labor music.)

Now, there is a marker mid-month. It punctuates the long stretch of late summer with preparation and visiting. And suddenly, it becomes September and then Autumn. I still get excited by Fall each year.  I also tend to get rather romantic and wordy about all the bits I love: the first smell of woodsmoke from fireplaces, the change of light in the afternoon, the crunch of leaves underfoot, the cool breezes that are just different than any other time of year.  If I were a poet, I would probably write about nothing else.  As it is, I tend to set most of my stories in the Fall.

Part of my love of Fall is the mystery.  Fog rolls in. Night comes earlier.  You can’t always tell whats going on with the weather, and storms pop up with no warning. The heat of the summer fades away, and being outside is comfortable again. It feels like a time for discovery and exploring.  And at the same time it is a time to regroup. Bring in the harvest, get ready for winter, evaluate your days. The Jewish New Year begins at the beginning of Fall.  This has always made more sense to me than beginning the new year in the middle of winter.

This summer is dragging on up here in the Pacific Northwest.  Hotter than usual, and I’m ready for it to be over. I’m working away on revising my novel, and getting hung up in all sorts of places.  Plot holes like moon craters over here. I saw some advice to write a summary of your novel to see where the problem bits are…and let’s just say I found them.  Writing a summary of something you came up with out of your own head seems like it would be easier. It’s really not.

I’m looking forward to the burst of creativity I get when we hit September! I always get a little more done that time of year. When is your most creative time? Or are you equally creative all year long? I will be participating in NaNoWriMo again this year.  Last year really gave me something to work with, and I like the focused month of work. Have you participated in NaNo? How did it work for you – was is harder or did you find it to be motivating?


autumn falling

I feel like I write about autumn an awful lot. Just about every year actually. Autumn is different here than it is where I grew up.For one there are more trees, and those trees have leaves, not needles.

In Colorado, you can see weather, and just about everything else, coming. The wide open sky makes it easy to watch things moving, and the mountains may slow it down, but when things come over them, you can see it. Storms slowly eat the mountains, and roll over them down into the city. It is fascinating to watch. Those days are rare though, the ever present sun asserts its dominance over the clouds most of the time. It is beautiful, and open. There is a lack of mystery. Plenty of awe and stunning vistas, but not a lot is hidden.

Here in the Pacific Northwest it seems more like the sky is closing in. Dark, rainy autumn nights are possible the darkest I have ever seen. It truly feels like a falling here. The clouds fall over the city, not to be dislodged for months. The rain falls, the leaves fall. There is a weight to the arriving of Autumn. Once you have lived here a few years you understand why. It means that the months of gray have arrived. Activities move inside, lights turn on early in the day. Hibernation makes sense to me here. Here there is a distinctly mysterious feel to the change into fall. You can’t see everything, and you know it.

I enjoy the mystery. It is new still to feel like there is something out there that I can’t see coming. That there is more to discover. That when autumn falls, there is something to peer around corners for.

following the daily prompts for November from