I can respect people who love Fall simply on principal, who espouse the glories of changing leaves, longer nights [shudder], more hours as a homebody, beef stew simmering on the stovetop, whatever. But break it to me gently, okay? I'm still enjoying bare feet and watermelon and tan lines. Don't force your love of autumn on me yet. I want a few more weeks.
But I have a feeling it's a losing battle. The air is different, cooler. It's already dark by 8pm. I'm trying to remember the positive things about autumn, but it's hard this year for some reason. In years past, I've loved the changing seasons. It just feels abrupt this time around.
So I'm reminding myself of Nice Fall Things.
- Playing in the leaves at the park. From the house we lived in when I was five years old, our local park was a block away. The ancient maple trees dropped leaves as wide as my arms could reach. They blanketed the park, knee-deep. Walking with Mom required shuffling and kicking and all manner of leaf-upheaval. My brother and I threw armfulls (armsfull?) of leaves in the air and watched them fall again, with twirling seed pods. But watch out for slivers! Those furry, twirly-bird seed pods were dangerous, like fiberglass.