Seasons
“and the trees are stripped bare…of all they wear.”
-October U2
Fall has certainly arrived, and today I’d almost go so far as to say winter. We’ve had a few days of windy rainy weather and now we’re wallowing in our mourning of the passing of summer as our bodies struggle to adjust to the 30 and 40 degree temperatures. While I am definitely a spring/summer person there is something I like about the fall and the steady slope towards winter. Certainly not the cold or darkness, but ironically the ability it has to make everything feel a little more warm and cozy. As much as I hate to see summer go, I’m always a little bit excited in the fall when the apple cider pops up in the grocery stores and the mums are set out front. I like walking when your body is warm, your face is a bit chilly, and you can hear the crunch of leaves under foot. I love the first day of cold weather when I can dip back into my sweater arsenal, and I relish those extra five minutes in the morning spent curling back into the warm covers as I feel the cold air of the room, and know I have to eventually face it.
A small part of me is actually looking forward to the winter- even though if you ask me in three months when I’m walking to the bus stop in 20 degree weather I’ll vehemently deny I ever said it. For me, a house has never really seemed like home until I’ve spent a winter in it. There’s something that gives – the separateness and unfamiliarity you otherwise have with a house dissolves when you are utterly dependent on it to keep you warm at night. It becomes a part of you when you are walking or driving up to it in the cold, and you see the warm glow of comfort and familiarity waiting to embrace you. Thus although I’m sorry to see summer go- especially since it’s replacement has taken to dumping all the leaves in our yard- like always, I’m looking forward to what comes next, whatever it may bring.
-October U2
Fall has certainly arrived, and today I’d almost go so far as to say winter. We’ve had a few days of windy rainy weather and now we’re wallowing in our mourning of the passing of summer as our bodies struggle to adjust to the 30 and 40 degree temperatures. While I am definitely a spring/summer person there is something I like about the fall and the steady slope towards winter. Certainly not the cold or darkness, but ironically the ability it has to make everything feel a little more warm and cozy. As much as I hate to see summer go, I’m always a little bit excited in the fall when the apple cider pops up in the grocery stores and the mums are set out front. I like walking when your body is warm, your face is a bit chilly, and you can hear the crunch of leaves under foot. I love the first day of cold weather when I can dip back into my sweater arsenal, and I relish those extra five minutes in the morning spent curling back into the warm covers as I feel the cold air of the room, and know I have to eventually face it.
A small part of me is actually looking forward to the winter- even though if you ask me in three months when I’m walking to the bus stop in 20 degree weather I’ll vehemently deny I ever said it. For me, a house has never really seemed like home until I’ve spent a winter in it. There’s something that gives – the separateness and unfamiliarity you otherwise have with a house dissolves when you are utterly dependent on it to keep you warm at night. It becomes a part of you when you are walking or driving up to it in the cold, and you see the warm glow of comfort and familiarity waiting to embrace you. Thus although I’m sorry to see summer go- especially since it’s replacement has taken to dumping all the leaves in our yard- like always, I’m looking forward to what comes next, whatever it may bring.
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