Auntie B's Wax

The trees have burst into color in the last couple of weeks. I don’t know what autumn is like in other parts of the world, but in the midwest of America it is glorious. Reds, oranges, and golds line the streets and fill the forests.

I remember a time when Dad would rake the leaves in the back yard into gigantic piles just so we could jump into them.  All right, our jumping pleasure was probably not the main objective of Dad’s raking, but those gigantic piles were just begging us to dive right in and Dad would indulge us.  They were noisy, crispy, and dirty but what fun we had. We’d burrow into the piles, sure that we were invisible to any onlookers. We’d throw armfuls of leaves onto our playmates or up in the air to watch them fall again. The fun we had in the leaves was a prelude to the fun we would soon be having in the snow. Same artform, different medium.

Seasons of the year and the sights, sounds and smells of the season all trigger memories.  Hopefully the memories are happy ones.  We tend to romanticize the past ~ that’s what we call nostalgia.  It’s romantic.  It’s uncomplicated.  Usually it makes us smile.

Nostalgia is the thing that makes Auntie B’s Wax so much fun.  I’m full of it!  Nostalgia, that is.  There’s only one thing better than being nostalgic ~ living a life that will make for nostalgia in the future.  Go on now, live it!