Ever since I can remember, I have loved the fall. I grew up in New England. . .which has four actual seasons. The winters were long and cold, frigid. It was fun to play in the snow, ice skate on the rink that my dad would make in the back yard, and sled down the hills. But by mid-February, it would be getting old, and we were ready for a change. Spring would come with new growth. . . propelled by rain and warmth. We could take off our winter coats and scarves and ride our bikes again. Then there was summer. . .school was out and my family would usually take a two-week vacation at the beach. We would rent a cottage, play in the surf, eat salt-water taffy, and ride our bikes all over the coastal town. There was plenty of work to be done in the backyard garden and grass to be cut. There were usually some 'summer dog days' that were so hot that I would have a fan blowing directly on my bed at night.
Then there was fall. I really loved fall. . .with the return to school, changing colors of the leaves, cool breezes, roasted pumpkin seeds, and playing fetch with our dog, Elsa.
Now that I live in the south, there is less of a feeling of four seasons. This past winter was pretty intense. . .for the south. But then it seemed to go directly from winter to summer, with some of the hottest days on record for the area. Now that the heat is fading, I find myself hoping for some extended cool days. .before the winter hits again. I like being able to open the windows, walk around in short sleeves outside, roll the car windows down for the first time in months, and take day trips to the mountains to see the changing of the foliage. The power bill will drop and the gas bill will be neglegible. I will find excuses to be outside, and the cats will sit in the window sills. I will be able to take clients to the park, and not be cooped up in the air-conditioning.
I hope it lasts as long as possible.
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