I used to believe that Summer should be a year round season. I love light. Sunshine. Patios. I love shopping for sunglasses, sandals, and shimmery lipgloss. I enjoy being able to sit on my deck and not freeze my ass off. Read a book outside while a warm breeze tickles my cheeks. I like grilled food, fruity cocktails, and putting my bare feet in soft sand. I love all those things eternally. However, I’m trying to embrace all seasons, and I’m currently opening my door to the love of Fall.
Oh refreshing Fall. Glorious Fall. Leaves of red and orange sprinkle about the treetops and pumpkin is the word of the day for weeks on end. The air outdoors turns from a dry heat to a chilled smokey dash of crisp wind that can either make you shiver in shock or take a deep breath in and a refreshing aaaahhhh out.
Fall is like nature’s nap between the seasons. The sun is taking a break from beaming and the lakes can finally be at peace with their reflection. The boats no longer break the glassy ambiance apart and the jet ski’s departure tames the roar that bellowed against it’s peaceful palette. The leaves tire of their emerald and lime shades of green and give us a quick pop of color, a final farewell before trickling their remains onto our sidewalks and lawns, turning to crust and then getting combed with the rake and left to sleep in a stuffed garbage bag. The trees go back to nakedness. Voluptuous billows of leaves disappear in the night and naked twigs sprouting from bare branches cast broken shadows onto the streets. The grass dries up and turns a haze of wheat, awaiting the blanket of snow that will cast them into a long nap until the whisper of Spring rouses them. It’s a fresh start and a sweet surrender.
Fall also gives me a little time to rest. After all, the upkeep on my pedicure was getting a bit tiring, and I can finally put an end to my search for the perfect bikini which never actually happened. AGAIN. Now that Fall has arrived, I can put my fuzzy socks on which my feet adore and rotate between my beloved boot collection of which I will never tire of. Sweatshirts and sweaters and scarves are fun. Since it’s chilly out and I’ll be spending more time inside, I can reconnect with my oven, bake pumpkin bread and simmer chili. The house will smell warm again and the lamps will look prettier against the dark windows. I also plan on becoming a squash connoisseur this season and creating squash soup, squash pie, and squash mac n’ cheese. I love squash, and I always forget to buy them, but this year I am going to make an effort to get my squash on. I am also going to carve a pumpkin and bake the seeds. I am going to make real apple cider as well. I might even dress up for Halloween if I can find a good dominatrix outfit....
In all seriousness though, life is all about change, and the weather is never an exception. Should we not make the best of every day we have on this earth, whether it’s raining or cold and gloomy as hell? I’m going to make an honest effort to not complain about the snow this year (it may only last the first few weeks after the initial snowfall, but I’ll TRY) because at the end of the day, I’m just really glad to be here. My life doesn’t revolve around the weather, it revolves around love. Happiness is all around me and I’m not going to let the condition of the atmosphere depict how I will feel. Every moment that this earth allows me to walk on it and life decides to still have me I’m going to appreciate it, and “fall” into it with both arms open.
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