You see, it just does not have the same ring as “summer”. There is nothing to get excited about when it comes to fall. Let’s be honest, who is so stoked about it getting cold and the sun setting super early. You know all of those fall bbqs and cookouts, laying out at the beach in long sleeves and drinking cold beverages in the chilly temperatures. Sign me up!
I love summer. Love it. Can’t wait for it. Spend most of the year wishing it was summer. Despite that, and against my better judgment, I don’t hate fall. In fact, I kind of enjoy it (but don’t tell anybody). I like the smells of fall. I get excited about pumpkin flavors (which clearly don’t have a place in the summer, trust me, I tried to do it the other day), the crispness in the air, breaking out some of the cooler clothes, the foliage (I’m getting old, I know), the lack of tourists at the beach and the fact that I can bring my dog down there, Virginia Tech football, Thanksgiving, and now the best part of fall is my son’s birthday.
I don’t know if it is a mental thing or literally happens the Tuesday after Labor Day. The humidity starts to drop, the mornings are chillier and darker, the brilliant green of the leaves starts to fade and the Pumpkin Spice Latte makes its debut (and of course, I’ve already had one). People start to break out the jeans, sweaters and blankets, tans fade immediately and just like that, it’s fall.
So although you may mourn the end of summer, embrace the fall. It took me close to 25 years to finally come to grips with it, but I enjoy the vineyard trips, changing leaves, pig skin and giving birth in October.
Here’s to hoping you have a great fall…