I think I’m not a fall person. When I was in school in Utah I liked fall because I associated it with the excitement of a new school-year and the fun of wearing sweaters. Now that I just work at a law firm, I don’t have new school-years, and I only wear sweaters on the weekends. So that leaves me to appreciate fall on its own merits, which appear to be the following:
- Gorgeous, non-humid weather with rich colors from the autumn leaves.
- Faded gardens and increasingly sluggish goldfish who may not survive the winter.
- Dark, chilly mornings and evenings that break my cycling/running/workout routine and make me want to just stay inside and watch TV.
- A feeling (let’s call it “dread”) that we’re on an accelerating spiral to the frenzy of the year-end holidays and the January doldrums.
On balance, it’s a negative score. I really miss the heat and light and positive energy of spring and summer.
Sigh. Maybe the one-season climate of southern California would suit me fine, after all.
I bet a turtle would survive the winter.
The longer I go, the more I like fall, because of the beautiful color of the leaves, the cooling of the air, and the way the light turns from a bright white to a softer golden tone. I also look forward to the wearing of sweaters (if only). True, I miss the longer daylight hours. But I always look forward to the holidays and the bazillion little white lights that comer with the Christmas season.
…It's the melancholy of the week between Christmas and New Years I don't look forward to, and January should be skipped altogether! Lady