Despite it being a long, hot summer (I had to turn my A/C on FOUR TIMES this year! A new record) the leaves have started changing already...and I love it. Except that it means winter is on its way. But like Vic said the other day, "Let Fall be its own season you guys! Don't rush it. Let it have its own identity and not just be the bearer of bad news."
If you think about it, Autumn is so much more beautiful than Spring (at least in Park City. We call it "mud season") yet, Spring gets treated so much better because it means Summer is around the corner. I'd like to take this moment to apologize to Autumn for not loving it for what it is...all on its own. It has always been my favorite season, though! So it can't hate me too much. It's just lined with a little apprehension for what is around the corner. Kind of like my kids--I love them and hate them at the same time. That's what makes them my favorite. Like the french silk pie I made last week that we ate in 24 hours. (THREE STICKS OF BUTTER IN 24 HOURS--divided by only two people!). It was so good I couldn't even handle it. Yet, I knew it was not helping me lose the baby weight so I hated it. Ahhh...the never ending battle of learning to love "what is."
I declare it to be Fall until after November despite what Mother Nature says. If she knows whats good for her, she'll comply.
And the hike we did on Labor Day? GORGEOUS! Fall was on its best behavior. It didn't throw any tantrums that made me think of Winter. All smiles and kisses for mommy. YES! Bring on the red, orange and yellow, the cold nights, the thin sweaters, the apple cider (And can I just interject here and say that "apple season" is difficult for me. I love apples --- but after an apple took my daughter's life, it is hard to embrace them. Vic hasn't eaten one in 4 years. I guess its another love/hate situation).
Ok, anyway...bring on the best season of the year. We've had our family themed Halloween costumes planned for at least 6 months. Can't wait!