I'll admit it I'm not a fall fanatic. In fact, there's something about fall that makes me sad.
Maybe it's the end of summer.
I love all the berries, blossoms and brightness that summer brings. so, for me fall means the end of summer. No more flowers to gather. No more fresh lettuce, tomatoes and zucchini picked from my backyard. No more barbecue dinners with toasted olive oil french bread or sweet cherry tomaote salads. No sitting and sipping chilled rose out on the patio.
The kid in me wants to stay outside and play until it gets dark. Read in the sunshine sipping a glass of lemonade. Ride my bike. The kid in me sighs over homework, and bedtimes.
Grown up me groans over shorter days, more clouds and rain.
Whether or not I like fall doesn't really matter. it happens anyway.
I can either fight it or fall into it.
Embrace the sweet smell of rain and cinnamon.
Allow myself to slow down with the rhythm of the season.
Crochet a new scarf or hat.
Drape the table in deep red and top it with pine cones, candles and gords.
Cuddle up in a soft sweater with a glass of Syrah.
The kid in me can search for spider webs glistening with rain drops.
Gather up crimson and gold leaves.
Eat ginger snaps and pumpkin bread.
Ok, maybe fall's not so bad after all.