It's Labor Day...the day that marks the end of the summer and the beginning of fall. As the dogs run ahead of me on the trail this morning, I slowly meander behind them, looking at the changes I can already see coming.
I have mixed feelings about fall. I love the change in the weather, where the temperatures start to drop and I can pull out my jeans and hoodies. I love football season and tailgating. I love the end of baseball season (I know....admitting it feels like heresy since my husband religiously follows the Cards). I love the beauty of the changing colors.
But it makes me sad too. I told Austin this morning that I love spring because I can slowly feel the world coming back to life. Flowers start budding, the sun rises a little earlier, grass starts peaking out through the frozen, black muck that used to be my front yard. It starts to get a little warmer and animals ease out of their burrows. Fall is like a slow march to death (yeah, I was a little dramatic this morning). But it's true.
I see the leaves and although I love their beautiful red and yellow colors, I notice how some are already drooping off their branches, getting ready to fall. Flowers that were once bright are slowly losing petals and their leaves are turning brown and crinkly.
Animals are packing for a southern flight or gathering food for hybernation. I feel the temperatures continue to drop with each passing week, until there is a cold bite in the air, a sure sign that it's going to be freezing soon and I will be locked in a continuous shiver for the next 4 months. I am not a cold weather girl.
So, I try to appreciate the beauty of fall for as long as I can. Because I know in a couple months, I'm going to be cursing every time I have to step foot outdoors and counting down the seconds til spring.
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