Every year as the summer draws to a close and autumn officially begins, I breathe a sigh of relief. It is time to put away the short sleeved shirts and linen skirts and bring out the soft, wool sweaters and multi-colored scarves.
There is nothing wrong with summer, of course. I just don’t like to be hot. Or to perspire, for that matter. Rather than spend time on the beach soaking up rays,
(picture courtesy of my sister, taken while on her honeymoon)
I would much rather be hiking through hills or walking in a dense forest.
(Taken this spring in Palmyra, NY)
That, to me, is ideal.
Besides, there is just something special about the crisp autumn air that signifies change. It is almost therapeutic somehow. I find that as the days get shorter and nightfall comes sooner, I begin thinking of the holidays and of all the feelings that are associated with them. Visions of family gatherings and holiday parties fill my head – I can almost taste the steaming cups of cocoa filled with little white marshmallows or the candied yams and sweet potato pie and glazed ham.
(Mmm… glazed ham. And I don’t even eat red meat!)
My mind conjures up all of these memories and associations as soon as I feel the first cold wind, which actually happened this week. We had what I believe was our last really warm day and now I can say that summer is officially gone. Soon the scenery that looked like this:
Will be replaced with this:
I, for one, can’t wait. I tell you, there is something magical about a change in seasons.
What is your favorite season and why?
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