It has been a glorious summer for my family. I can honestly say that I could never tire of relishing in summer's gentle caresses, in swimming in the Mediterranean, hiking in Corsican mountains, eating French baguette and cheese, savoring the tanned skin and bleached hair of my daughters.
At 4:21 am tomorrow morning, the autumnal equinox arrives, taking summer and her balmy nights away from me, for what feels like forever to a New Yorker. We may still have some hot sunny days, even beach days for the brave, but the evening chill will remain.
As the Goddess of my hearth, I know that I will find joy in making those hearty soups from our local farms' harvests but I also know that I will tire of my cozy hearth after winter's unfair five month hold on us. I will try not to mourn the falling leaves. Instead, I will relish the rosy cheeks of the little ones running and playing in them.