I woke up in the pitch black to the ringing of my alarm and thought of a children’s book. “I know it’s autumn when the morning light comes late . . . .” So begins Eileen Spinelli’s picture book, I Know It’s Autumn. It is a mood piece (the kind of picture book children’s writing workshops warn against writing). I’m so glad Eileen Spinelli never heard that, or she knew better than to heed that advice.
Each autumn, I crave this book in the same way I crave homemade apple butter or the first fire in the fireplace. For years, I checked it out from the library at the merest hint of cooler weather, placing it on hold if someone had beaten me to it. Finally, last year, I bought a copy.
Nancy Hayashi’s art harmonizes with Spinelli’s words. This book is really a rhyming poem– one I quote often this time of year. I recited the opening lines to my son this morning as he buried his groggy head in his pillow. “Let me guess–,” he said, “pumpkin muffins for breakfast.”
“Well, actually, I haven’t made them yet. Tomorrow!” I promised.
This book will have you visiting the farmer’s market, savoring muffins in your cozy robe and slippers, appreciating colored leaves, and telling stories around the campfire! It will lift your mood, causing you to anticipate all the pleasures of this season!