It’s Fall again. The beautiful time for leaves changing colors, the weather getting a little cooler and another season without my Grandmother. I can distinctly remember walking into her dinning room and there she would be, sitting in her rocking chair watching the birds at the bird feeder and the leaves changing color. Fall was a beautiful season to her, and not only because her birthday was in September, she was too humble for that.
I’m not going to lie.
I have been trying to write this post for three days. The first day I didn’t even write one word, just spent it going through old photos. Hoping that if I concentrated long enough I could go back to those moments.
Tell me again Grandma about the different birds that come out in Fall. Show me the first leaf changing its color in your backyard. While Grandma loved those leaves changing, she certainly didn’t love them falling onto her lawn. You could watch that little old lady out there rake and pick up those leaves for hours. That was my Grandma, always a hard worker. I could count on her though to have a cup of hot cocoa ready for me when the chill picked up. To tell me how much she loved me, no matter how much I heard it that day. Watching her put up her Fall decorations and how much she enjoyed watching the seasons change was a thrill for me. Those September memories will never fade away.
Now, this Fall I will be showing my son the first leaf changing. Pointing out the different birds that come and go. Make us a cup of hot cocoa and snuggle real close in Grandmas rocking chair and enjoy this season as much as I can with him. Soon we will get out the decorations, Grandmas decorations, and have her here with us again.