Harvest Time, oil, 11 x 14
Elizabeth W. Seaver
We've had such lovely, cool, dry weather since our weather bouquet of last week. This morning, the temperature reminds me that fall is on its way. The growing season of spring and summer is my favorite of the year, and I always get a bit melancholy when I can feel it ending.
The upcoming days of raking leaves and donning sweaters does put me in mind of my childhood pet dog who loved the cooler weather and would bark and run around in circles in the yard, jumping blissfully into raked piles of leaves. I would do well to remember her, and even if I can't emulate her exuberance entirely, endeavor to run around in circles and jump in the leaves in my heart.