Relative Something

I know I’ve talked about the magic of the changing of seasons before. It is happening again. Magic. I truly believe that even if there weren’t harvested bounties to be celebrated at this time of year, nor anticipation for the start of a new year of schooling, this time of year would still feel magical.

Whenever the August humidity breaks, the crisp evening air quickly evokes the first sensations of the change. By September the sunrise and sunset have moved in noticeably, effectively increasing the impact that the hours of crisp air have. It is heavenly.

This is my favorite time of year (along with my other favorite, winter), and yet I will be leaving soon to travel across the ocean to visit Portugal. On one hand, the pending travel adventure lends more spark to the excitement of this time of year for me. On the other hand, I’ll be leaving home at the time when the weather is just getting to my liking.

I like this time of year so much, I picked the month of September to get married. Cyndie and I will celebrate our 29th wedding anniversary this year by traveling together to Portugal.

I couldn’t be more pleased, regardless the weather waiting for us at the forest garden estate of our destination.