There’s a bit of a chill to the air the last few days. It’s just a touch of autumn in the Scottish air. There are predictions of frost and the trees are beginning to turn. The wildflowers and weeds along the wayside are turning brown and beginning to rustle. The Willow Herb, considered a weed, is everywhere in the Scottish Highlands. It too is turning brown, but exudes fluffy white seeds that flutter away like milkweed and tops itself with one bright flower before the cold sets in. I believe that there is a lesson in this.
Autumn is different from the US in this part of Scotland. There isn’t a glut of Halloween items spilling from shelves in the stores and Pumpkin Spice everything isn’t here. There’s a subtle and graceful entrance of autumn giving one time to take a breath and watch the colored leaves flutter to the ground. There’s time to take a breath and ease into the new season of peaceful reflection.
