As a Floridian, I still marvel at the frenetic northern cycle of playing hard for a couple of months and then packing things away, bracing for months of cold.
Fall is not my favorite season, although I’d rather not jump straight to winter. I’ll miss the front porch and the long walks, the wild flowers and the songbirds.
Over 20 years ago we discovered that tea made us slow down, and that’s what we need. The whole process— measuring and filtering and waiting— is a metaphor for the intentionality of marriage itself.