I have always been a die-hard summer gal; the hotter and stickier the weather, the more I like it. But living in the way north for the last 18 years, I somehow let myself get drawn into the anticipation of the changing of the seasons. I never did see the big deal about watching the glorious warm weather fade, about no longer seeing the green grass and flowers, of not being able to dress closer to what nature intended. I just can't understand the thrill of having to dress in layers (who wants to look fatter, anyway?) of seeing all types of naked trees (just like people, they look much more attractive when they are dressed) and decorating in orange and brown (I never have met anyone whose favorite colors were one of those two--well, except for Brainy Boy who loves brown because it reminds him of chocolate, but I digress).But not wanting to spread my party-poopiness to the world, I use the colder weather as an excuse to get some new clothes. I make as many trips as I can justify to the Cider Mill for donuts and cider and then I take advantage of exercising outside without sweating to death. Although I do end up getting into the spirit of things, I have my limits.
I got a bit worried when this tree in my front yard began turning yellow in August, but I was able to ignore it. However when I returned home after getting groceries today, I could not overlook the fallen leaves that had detached themselves during the brief rainstorm we had. This means that we have leaves falling in the summer. And that is just not right. I'm proclaiming that I'm not ready for fall, and I will be dragging my feet until September 23 when the calendar pronounces the end of my beloved summer. After all, in these parts of the woods, we are lucky if we get 4 to 6 weeks of true summer weather in the best of years.
I do realize that many in the world just adore autumn. No offense, but I'm not one of them because in case you didn't know, it means winter is coming. And for a heat lover in the north, that's bad. In protest, I'm wearing a sleeveless dress with sandals to dinner tonight. Look, Ma, no sweater. So there!
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those maples will do that..
I did notice that , unlike last year, the squirrels are gathering acorns like crazy. I am thinking it's going to be a bad winter! The squirrel did NOT do this last year and it was an okay winter...we will see!
~Sue