Although its technically not fall yet, it sure feels like it. Last week, we hit our high temperature for the year and then a cold front rolled in—and apparently stayed. Plus we’ve received some much needed rain. So between the cooler temps and the moisture, it’s feeling a lot like fall.
Fall means that I won’t likely be watering the lawn anymore for the rest of the season and that mowing will occur much less often. So you think that I would look forward to fall because it means a lot less yard work. While this is true, there is one thing that I dislike about fall—the knowledge that winter will soon follow it.
Spring is my favorite season. To me spring means new life, fresh beginnings, and a personal rejuvenation. Summer is a close second, with the warm days and a break from the normal schedule. Then comes fall, which weather-wise is an okay time of the year. But winter is a time that I view as something to endure. I know, I need to develop a more positive attitude about the season of cold and snow, but it’s hard for me to do—and seemingly gets harder every year.
I used to think that my dislike for the winter months centered around the lesser number of daylight hours, but it turns out that is more of an incidental issue, with the cold temps and blowing snow as the central cause of my angst. By working at home, I can largely avoid those twin threats, but by mid-winter I start to get cabin fever, which is about as bad.
But right now, I need to not dwell on it—and enjoy fall while it lasts.
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