Even though my classes are keeping me busy, and the days slip through my hands almost before I realize it, I still feel stuck. I am suspended in time, watching the rest of the world whirl around, speeding toward an end. Only I stay, because Autumn is the time of year when memories batter their way into my mind. Some of them are memories that I wish would go away forever, but the other memories are the ones that I want to come back year after year until I am in heaven where they will all make sense.
The changing leaves are my favorite part of Autumn, and luckily, we take quite a few pictures of those. This is just as they were beginning to change last year. I'm still waiting for the ones this year. There was a time when my sister and two brothers would make a huge pile of leaves at the base of a tree and jump into it over and over again until we were tired, then we would make " houses" by raking lines on the ground. Four walls, and you had a room, then you just kept building. Our poor parents were then dragged on tours of each house, tediously weaving through their own yard ( You never entered a house without knocking, and no one stepped
over walls. Ever).
Winter will be coming soon, and while the cold is not fun, the snow and coziness of the season are worth it. And Hot Chocolate. It is definitely worth Hot chocolate :) My family always makes a ginger bread house, and the rule is that everything must be edible, though some questionable items have been put on it before. ( my brother argued that pine needles were
edible. Chewed one up to prove it, too ). Before we moved, we would hike up to the cabin after snowfall to start a fire in the woodstove, then sled and skate all day. By the end I couldn't feel my fingers, or my toes, but we were all laughing together, so I wouldn't give that day up for anything.
The most dismal thing that comes to mind right now is the fact that Summer is over and my days probably won't look like this for long.
But it is okay because snow is so beautiful, and winter must come before Spring.
Well, nothing quite like reminiscing to prepare me for Chemistry homework. . . now that is one awful thing that I wish I did remember from high school.
