Fall- the most beautiful season!

Fall is in the air, almost to its tail end in our parts of Virginia.

I love fall, the colors, the mounds of fallen leaves, the shadow of the sun, the cold but still not so cold, bone chilling weather.

If I hadn’t come to the US, I probably would never know what “fall”, the “season” is really like, probably would have lived in Mumbai or Delhi.

If Mumbai, it would be green 24 x7, no cold weather. Delhi gets cold but don’t really know if they even have enough trees to have a fall season, I have never been there except in December /January.

I see pictures of my friends who live in northern India, in the mountains and the fall looks just as pretty as here. I have always loved fall, lived in the mountains of Tennessee but then was too busy with work, kids and didn’t really get out that much to enjoy it like I do now.

I have been enjoying these long leisurely walks by myself, spend as much time as I want, wandering, taking pictures, nobody to nag or whine, husband accompanies me when he can. I am thankful that he gets up and goes with me at my whim to chase fall colors whether be it a local park or a National Park 3 hours away.

Occasionally, when the children do go with me, they complain that I stop too many times. Hope someday they realize how important it is to cherish the little things in life.

Soon, all the beauty will be gone, there wouldn’t be much left to look at until March when all of it will come back with a vengeance, at least in our state of Virginia and by vengeance I mean pollen, translates into allergy season.

I have said it many time before if only we had the ability to shed everything each year and start anew……but alas! Ramblings is all I can do on this pretty Sunday afternoon !! What about you? Do you like one particular season over another? I would like to hear about it. Please do let me know in comments.

Comments

Kanan said…

I love rainy season here, just the magic of water falling from nowhere and changing the entire surrounding, making it soft. The sea is beautiful in rains with many colours. Mumbai is beautiful in rains.

November 22, 2023 at 4:15 PM

Rekha's Ramblings said…

I miss the monsoon so much.

June 9, 2024 at 10:25 AM

My self care journey - Oxygen mask.

“ In the event of a sudden drop in pressure, an oxygen mask will drop from above. Secure your own mask first before assisting others. ” The first time I heard this, I was flying for the first time in my life on an international flight from Mumbai to Atlanta via London. I was so excited to go to America on my own that I did not really pay that much attention to this routine preflight announcement. Since I had flown to America, it also meant flying back, again, several times to go home. I heard the same announcement during all those trips but at that point, they were still some words, their true meaning still had not registered. Then came another first time of my life, this time it was flying with my first born, for the first time. By this time, I was not as excited about flying, the novelty had completely worn off. Now I am only concerned about the safety of my baby, he is sitting in my lap, one year old. Then they make the above preflight announcement, in sever...

Journey as a mom driver.

Several years ago, when my parents were visiting, I took them to church for Easter Sunday mass. It was the first time I had driven since becoming a mother… for the second time around. This time, I had “twins.” They were less than two months old. I hadn’t driven in several months. I thought I could use the break from taking care of them. The church was not too far, I would be gone for at the most an hour and a half. Little did I know that it would be a defining moment in my journey as a mother. While at church, I just could not focus, they were at home with their father, they were safe, but that was the first time I had left them at home and gone somewhere. We ended up leaving before the final hymn. I was in a hurry to get home, only a few minutes from home. Sleep-deprived and anxious, I ran a red light. That split-second decision cost me more than I can explain. By the time a police officer got there and approached the car, I had had a complete meltdown, bawling at the s...

Legacy of Journaling!

Writing has always had a special place in my heart and its roots go way back to my childhood, to my father, my inspiration. My father has kept a journal, a daily diary since he was, I believe 20 years old, sort of chronicles, at first of his life and then our lives. He would write down all he did every day and along with that, he would also write down community happenings, a little note of news, local, nationwide and or global events which occurred on that day. He has a record of everything and anything that happened in our tiny community where I grew up and where record keeping was almost nonexistent. A tiny catholic rural community in India. He meticulously noted birthdays, anniversaries, and even deaths, along with details of dignitaries, clergy coming and going. He was a walking encyclopedia of our community's history. He is well known in the community partly for that reason, as a historian, their source of information. They come looking for him when they ne...

Rekha's Ramblings

Search This Blog