I have caught a case of fall fever BAD this year. I don't know exactly why, because beautiful Autumn, the season of harvest and thanks and gathering, is the gateway to capricious Winter. Yes, Winter gives us the season of joy and togetherness and the introduction to a New Year, but it can also give us a foot of snow in an hour, horrendous wind and chill factors, and -40 degree real temps for a week.
I am ready, so so ready, for fall to begin. College football on Saturday afternoons, apple cider at the local orchard just waiting to be chilled and consumed, fall festivals and sightseeing trips. The colors and brilliance of turning leaves, the smells of fire and smoke and food. Indian summer one day, gloomy rain the next. Watching the combines in the far-off distance bringing in the food supply for a grateful nation. Bringing out the chunky sweaters and finding that heavy blanket for the bed.
My ex-husband used to hate fall, which is funny for a "farmer" since that is a make-or-break time of the year for many involved in agriculture. He always was complaining that fall was the season of death. Thinking about that now, maybe he was a little bit correct; to everything there is a season and all that. But Autumn, to my mind, brings so much more to our lives and our world than that. It is the grand, colorful, glorious payoff for living and believing in the other three seasons.
Winter, Spring, Summer...they all have their positives and negatives, and I do look forward to each arriving in its turn. But give me a crisp, clear fall day anytime and the sense of coziness, of warmth, of love, of accomplishment for seasons of hard work that it brings. The so-called season of death is MY season of revitalization and rejuvenation.