There is no season when such pleasant and sunny spots may be lighted on, and produce so pleasant an effect on the feelings, as now in October.
It's so true, that quote. The afternoons have been stunning lately. Golden and warm and almost summery. The way the light falls on the sunflowers, and through the changing colours of the leaves... it's just beautiful. But the mornings and the evenings? Well, they're pretty in a misty sort of way. But they are getting cold. My feet are chilly on our hardwood floors every night (and when I get up in the morning... brr!) I've been avoiding the woodstove though. I'm not sure if I didn't really want to admit that summer is over, or if I was just trying to prevent the inevitable dust that comes with burning wood (I hate dusting...) I've been putting on an extra sweater every evening, and trying to pretend my fingers aren't numb. But last night I couldn't do it anymore. I finally gave in. The boys and I brought in several stacks of firewood. And then... I lit a roaring fire in the woodstove. And oh, the air was so warm and it was so cozy in the living room. Turns out I loved it! I remembered how pleasant and relaxing it is to sit by the fire and listen to it crackle while you drink hot chocolate (with Baileys, if you've got a bottle...) and read a really good book. And then I did just that.
Does it feel like autumn has truly arrived where you are?