As a Pagan, being in tune with nature comes with the territory. Along with the warm, clear days and cold crisp nights, what better marks the coming of Autumn than the tree's change from their green summer garb to the radiant oranges, reds, yellows, and even purple that catches our eyes?
My love for this time of year, when my soul comes alive and my spirit soars, is well known amongst my kith and kin. My daughter recognized it from a young age, probably before she understood words.
In our yard is a tree that, as of this writing, is already starting to make the change. As someone who follows the Gregorian calendar and by no means follow it for their idea of seasonal observation). My daughter calls this tree "Papa's Fall Tree." I recognize this change is right on time... Now my soul stirs. Now my spirit rises...
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