Seasonally Inclined & Dependant.

This morning I woke up underneath our giant, fluffy, white duvet. We’d put it away for summer back in May, opting to sleep under lightweight blankets for much of the summer. We’ve only just pulled the duvet out from the depths of our closet and, upon peeking my head out from under it this morning and blinking into the face of an anxious HuskyMutt, I realized I could never live anywhere that didn’t have seasons. I’d miss them too much.

I’d miss the daffodils that pop up out of the earth each spring, the flocks of geese heading north and south, the beautiful blooms of dogwood trees and crepe myrtles, the snow, the leaves falling, the crispness of the first frost, the brilliant clear nights that winter brings and even the heat of a July day in Richmond. I’d miss pumpkin picking, the shift from flip-flops to boots, kicking up leaves along the sidewalk and the flurry of activity that spring brings each year.

And what’s more than simply missing the cycle of seasons, is that I’d likely be lost without them. I live my life by the seasons, categorizing projects into winter, spring, summer or fall, making plans based on the seasonal availability of snow or sunshine, dividing tentative adventures into seasons that match. We’ve even started to eat seasonally, opting to get most of our food from local sources and cutting down on things that aren’t grown on this continent, opting instead to grow our food-knowledge and create meals from things that grow here, now. It’s a pattern and a rhythm I’ve grown accustomed to, one that suits me and that makes me feel connected to the Earth in a sort of crunchy, hippie way.

With fall there is so much for me to love. I’ve already written about it once this year, about five of my favorite fall things, but my love of this season goes beyond that. There’s something about fall, and the impending winter, that makes me want to nest. I can’t explain it any other way, other than to say that when fall creeps in I want nothing more than a good book, a large cup of hot tea, a blanket, and maybe even a cat or a dog or two to curl up with on the couch. It’s like there’s some part of me that begs for hibernation.

There’s something primal about living by the seasons, something that makes me feel connected to the world in a profound way I can’t exactly explain. Times have changed from our cave man beginnings, surely, but there’s still a tradition of gathering friends and family in warm spaces to celebrate the changing of the seasons and all that we can be thankful for this year. Maybe it’s that part of autumn I love too, the part where we’ve created traditions based around friends coming together and creating wonderful things together, things like Thanksgiving meals and traditions.

In my heart, I’m a hippie. All other evidence to the contrary aside, in my heart I want to feel close to the earth, close to the beats and rhythms of the turning calendar, and it’s the start to fall that makes me feel so close to that, and maybe, more than the leaves and the boots and the sweaters and the cups of hot tea, that’s what makes me so fond of it.

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13 thoughts on “Seasonally Inclined & Dependant.

  1. I never pinned you as a crunchy hippy. ๐Ÿ˜‰ That photo is incredible though! Wow!
    You make some really valid points here even if I’m craving summer/fall year round. Spring is too wet and often snowy where I live… winter can just die all together. My body just doesn’t handle the cold well.
    It’s part of our biology that makes us crave that fall hibernation, or so I’ve heard. I’m so there with you with the tea, a book, and a blanket (how I spent much of this past weekend actually). I’m jealous you have pets to snuggle with during that too.

  2. Posts like these make me sad I’ve never experienced the four seasons. In Florida, we only have summer and winter. We have a few days where we get fall-like temperatures but I’ve never seen the leaves change or any of the emotions you expressed above. Sometimes, I think I need to move and experience it all but other times I know that if I can barely handle Florida “winters”, experiencing a REAL winter would be very hard. ๐Ÿ˜‰

  3. Amy

    While the turn of seasons isn’t so dramatic here in Northern California, I do love the change of seasons, eating locally and feeling connected to the earth. I’m definitely a hippie at heart ๐Ÿ™‚

  4. I agree 110%. Although, living in CT, I could do with winter lasting a month or two less than it does. I love snow for about a month, maybe two, but then when the weather gods decide to dump foot upon foot on us for four months straight, I get a little cranky. Other than that, I love the changes and the anticipation that comes with the start of each one.

  5. I get the same type of nesting vibes from fall weather. It usually makes me want to tidy up the house in a big way so everything is ready for a winter of not doing too much and relaxed indoor living I suppose. I always complain about the cold of fall and winter, and would probably not get ill as easily if I lived in a warmer climate, but I do love the smell of nature during fall and building the occasional snowman in winter.

  6. When I go to places like Texas that donโ€™t get the changing of the leaves, I am reminded just how beautiful fall really is. one of my favorite times of year is the spring, not for weather reasons, but because I love when people come out of the wood works and start playing frisbee in the park and running along the lake. I know I need the seasonal changes, to appreciate nature and all its beauty. It is the dead of winter when my eyelashes freeze and Iโ€™m succumbing to the Season Affectiveness Disorder that I tend to forget this.

    p.s. I too am a hippie at heart, if i came back in another life iโ€™d be around in the 60โ€ฒs as a flower child, but I bet that doesnโ€™t surprise you at this point.

  7. I love the seasons too, they show our beautiful planet in it’s best light. I could do without the dark days though, and also defrosting the car in the mornings. I like being cosy, but for me, spring and summer are where it’s at the most; everything wakes up and realises it’s alive!

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