Every year at the end of summer, while it seems everyone else is anticipating Autumn, I get a little cranky. Sometimes I'm guilty of looking at the glass half empty. You may be surprised by that. What's not to love about Autumn? Well, in my mind I skip right past the beauty of Fall and start thinking about shorter days, and cold and snow and slush. Winter in Michigan seems to last a full six months. I love the holidays, but January through March?
So I stew, and I mourn the loss of long days of sunshine and I get a little cross.
And then I drive down a country road through a stained glass arch of trees
Past misty fields of gold and russet
I see whole fields of wild purple asters
And wild sweet peas growing beside beautiful bike paths
I see scarlet vines (that I don't dare touch! Could it be poison ivy?)
And the Sweet Autumn Clematis froths over the chippy pergola by the back door.
And I push my thoughts of winter to the back of my mind (why give it one more day than I have to?)
And I fall in love with Autumn.