The Arrival of Autumn

"Ah Autumn...I love you, my favorite season- 

my cozy friend who returns loyally each and every year!"

I have a confession to make...I hate summer.  I know, I know, I am probably the only person on earth who feels this way, but it's true.  While everyone else is excited for picnics and beach days and open toe shoes, all I can think of is heat and bugs and wrinkled, droopy clothes.  Now don't get me wrong...there are things about summer that I think are great.  With the students and teachers on vacation, the pace around school is not quite so manic...there are still a ton of things to do, but the phone doesn't ring off the hook and we occasionally have time to sit down and eat some lunch.  Speaking of eating, I do enjoy the food of summer, and we have a garden that gives us an abundant harvest. 

Plus, we did go on a great vacation, did have some wonderful cookouts, and I got several new pairs of sandals that I did enjoy wearing.  So maybe it just is the heat that makes me dislike summer.  When fall finally rolls around is when I can feel myself coming to life!  So much to look forward to in this cool and beautiful season...football games, beautiful leaves, comfort foods, and best of all, a way better wardrobe to choose from.   I can hardly wait to put on tights and wool skirts and blazers and gloves.  

 And that's not even the half of it...so many celebrations come in this fall/early winter season...Bill's birthday, our anniversary, Thanksgiving, my birthday, Christmas, New Year's, Mom's birthday...such a fun and happy time to look forward to.  

While some people lament the shorter days and cold, snowy season ahead, I find that I thrive in the cool temperatures and anticipation of the holiday season.  While I'm sure that later on I will be dreaming of planting some flowers, looking forward to Annie's birthday and Easter, and ready to shed my coat and scarf, for now I am very much looking forward to, what is for me, the most wonderful time of the year!

Here's a poem entitled, Come Little Leaves by George Cooper (1838-1927)

Come Little Leaves

"Come, little leaves,"
Said the wind one day,
"Come over the meadows
With me, and play;
Put on your dresses
Of red and gold;
Summer is gone,
And the days grow cold."

Soon as the leaves
Heard the wind's loud call,
Down they came fluttering,
One and all;
Over the meadows
They danced and flew,
Singing the soft
Little songs they knew.

Dancing and flying
The little leaves went;
Winter had called them
And they were content-
Soon fast asleep
In their earthy beds,
The snow laid a soft mantle
Over their heads.

“Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.”

George Eliot

All the best,

Kelly