Fall officially arrived this week. I remember reading in a book years ago that "they didn't count the months, only the seasons." I thought that was strange but now I understand. The older I get the faster time flies and the seasons seem much shorter than they used to be.
This is the season to clean up the debris of summer and begin to withdraw to the indoors. Crops are being harvested and a few leaves in a hurry to color dot the woods. The mums are blooming and pumpkins adorn every roadside produce market. Summer is the peak of the year but the heat and humidity drains the energy out of a body. Cooler fall temperatures are invigorating and nature puts on a colorful show before it goes to sleep for the winter.
As usual, in the fall I start thinking about the projects I want to complete this winter. There is a quilt top ready to quilt, a historical article I started and shoved to the back burner, other ideas for short stories also simmer in the background, puzzles waiting to be put together, and another set of 40 baby caps to crochet for the layette bundles at sewing circle. I'm sure other things will pop up as we go along and there are all the usual housekeeping and volunteer jobs to do.
I often get calls from people asking genealogy or history questions that distract me. Someone stopped in this week with a question I could quickly answer. The one that came up last week took some work. There were two Henry Mussers in Lancaster County that were the same age and being confused. The children of the Henry buried in Brecknock Township in 1805 were assigned to the Henry in Leacock Township who also died in 1805. It took some sleuthing to untangle them and get the children with the correct father. That's more fun than housekeeping and my favorite type of puzzle.
I am ready for a change of seasons and activities. Fall will flash by so fast there will not be time to count the months.
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