There was a time in my life when I didn’t particularly like Autumn.

Maybe it was because I loved Summer so much, with her glorious blues and greens and pinks and white-whites.

My Mom always reminded me that I was born in Autumn… and that I would some day love the deep, rich, cool of Autumn’s miracles.

Never, I thought.

Maybe it’s because Autumn changed everything.

Autumn chased away daylight.  Autumn demanded sweaters and socks and shoes and blankets on my bed.  Autumn brought school schedules that were the Summer’s opposite.

Autumn infringed on my endless, endless days and nights.

But last week I had a birthday.  I turned 59.

On my birthday morning, I awoke to 40 or so degrees of New England’s early Autumn chill.

I pulled on my warmest, coziest sweatpants and sweatshirt and headed to my kitchen for a cup of hot coffee.

The Sun was dancing outside and peeking into every window.  Brilliant yellow it was.  Perhaps the most brilliant yellow I had ever seen.

I headed outside to get a better peek at Mr. Sun and I was immediately enveloped in a world of colors.

Had I never seen these colors before?  Kind of unlikely.

But here they were…

Magnificent swirls of colors… highlighted in a way I had never seen before?  Most unlikely.

But I realized that the fading colors of Summer were enhanced by the Autumn sky, air, feel.

Everything was Autumn beautiful.  Just as my Mom had told me…

Pumpkin Sage.

Great Wisdom.

Enchanting Beauty.

Listen To Your Mother & Color Me Autumn.

Is this what you see and know when you turn 59?   Most definitely.

My Mom always reminded me that I was born in Autumn… and that I would some day love the deep, rich, cool of Autumn’s miracles.

I do, Mom.  I do!