I enjoy also the beckoning of a patchwork blanket in the evenings, the lighting of candles, the warmth of a fire. Early mornings when the house is hushed, dim with light, I frequent the eastern picture window, as the sun rises. Bringing with it the color as if brushed with the artists hand, hues of water splashed with color. Pinks, yellows, and orange. The colors of ... joy.
I love this time of year. Seasons of the heart.