Fall is here. Except for the labor intensive raking, I wish my yard looked like this. But cherry and apple trees just drop old yellow leaves--death in the wind.
This years it's my season of change.
My oldest daughter announced that she's finally leaving home. I'm excited for this new chapter in her life, but I'm also sad to see her leave me. Sure, it's only about a seven minute drive, but I'll miss having her around. I am fortunate enough to claim her as one of my favorite people and one of my closest confidantes.
On the plus side, I'm starting to imagine the changes (aka improvements) I can make in the bonus room that has been her bedroom for the past three years. I could have a Margie haven of escape. My puzzles can get off the kitchen table--which dh would love. I can create a reading corner. Oh, the possibilities.
Also, I've decided to begin the second Bix book. Maybe I'm jinxing myself since I have yet to sell or even get representation for the first one, but I SO believe in this character and honestly, he just won't shut up. And I'm more excited about this new story that I can't just let it wait.
For me, fall is a seasoning of letting go, but also a season of beginning a new. If you don't believe me, check out your tv schedule.