Dear Mom it is Autumn again

Dear Mom it is Autumn again

The leaves are starting to change, there is Autumn in the air. That smell of damp leaves on the ground in the morning and the chill that you get when you go outside that is gone by midday but reminds you that summer has past. I have such fond memories of going to the winery with you for Octobefest. Food, wine, friends and music would turn the weekend into a memory that would last long after the next Autumn rolled around.

It is my favorite season. I hope my daughter can take with her the kind of feeling of enjoyment you were able to leave with me. You can measure your calendar by your birthday or new years day or Christmas or whatever you choose. I measure my year by the Autumns. A time when you go out and forget about what ever else is going on and soak up the atmosphere. If your lucky you can pass on the feeling to someone else. You cannot worry about work all the time and you surly can’t keep yourself cooped up just because you have something to do at home. You need to get out and taste the harvest, drink deep of another year’s bounty, and remember the rest is just what we do to allow us to take small moments like this.

I miss you.

Love Mike