The days shorten quickly, don’t they?
Tough to get up today. I was hoping for ladies holiday, but no luck. I almost called Kathy for encouragement, but made it to my mat on my own somehow.
Dark this morning. My one candle was flickering incessantly (I think I let the wick get too long) and causing some severe strobe effects… so I blew it out and practiced in the dark. This wasn’t a challenge until I got around to Utthita Hasta Padunghustasana. Then I danced and hopped about. In my head I heard, “No dancing.”
By the time I rolled out of savasana, the light had barely began filtering through the morning fog.
I love this time of year. Even though we don’t really truly have “seasons” here in San Luis Obispo, there are little differences. A slight crispness in the air after the fog burns off and the sun shines with a whiter light. The leaves on the vines turn colors, yellow on the chardonnay and viognier vines, dark reds and purples on the pinot noir and syrah.
I start to get all excited and tingly, thinking about roasted root vegetables, winter squashes, dark, cold nights, rainy afternoons spent at a matinee or curled up on the couch with a cup of licorice tea and a good book with a fire roaring in the hearth.
It’s a strange year in the vineyards. Our late spring rain and mild summer weather have led to an extremely late harvest, which normally begins in mid-august. We just started harvesting grapes last week. When the leaves begin to change colors, this means the vines are going dormant until spring. But there’s still hanging grape clusters throughout 80% of our vineyards.
I try not to think about this as I relish in the beginnings of the autumn season. Instead, I focus on the turnips and parsnips and squash and the crisp afternoons and dark evenings and everything else I love about Fall.