What would Jane Austen Grow?

A beautiful fog hovers over the ground this morning. The sun rises behind this scene, amber in hue.  It is a beautiful autumn morning. I love this time of year. The crisp air, the warm colors, and the mellowness of the season please me. I was born in October. Perhaps that is why my soul responds to this season more than the others. While spring shouts “look at me” and summer calls “join me at work and play”, autumn beckons “enjoy me before I’m gone”.  I will enjoy. I will drink each last drop. I will be present in the moment. I will celebrate with nature one more time before winter arrives and says “rest”.