You arrived yesterday amidst rain and wind, a gray dreary day on all counts.
In many ways, you make my heart sing. I love falling asleep on a crisp clear night, the breeze floating through my window. Flannel sheets, soft and warm with time, make their appearance on my bed.
With you comes pumpkin in all its glorius forms, from breads and pies to my Starbucks pumpkin spice latte. Soups of all sorts simmer on the stove...chicken noodle, squash, and tomato to name a few. Phil begins his bread baking and life is so very good.
I admire and envy your wardrobe - those scarlet reds, vivid oranges, and bright yellows. Apple picking commences, resulting in jars and jars of homemade sauce.
Gourds of all sorts peek at me from various corners of my house. Geese wing their way through the sky, a honking chorus punctuating the air.
But, fall, I do have a few bones to pick with you! Ineveitably, with you, arrive cold dreary days. Each day has less and less light, more and more darkness. This, fall, I could do without.
Heavier clothes equal more time in the dryer, and laundry becomes that much more of a chore. Although you deck yourself in glorius color, my wardrobe seems to consist of more blacks and grays. That, fall, I have to do something about.
All in all, I must admit that there's more positives than negatives in your columns, and for that, Mother Earth, I say a loud and resounding, "THANK YOU!"