Happy Autumn

 

I admire autumm. In all of her busy-ness - her rush toward wrapping everything up before the snow - she's beautiful. It's not the shy cuteness of spring, or the showy, in-your-face pageantry of summer, or the sharp elegance of winter. She's just who she is. She'll give you the bluest skies and the fluffiest clouds. She'll allow you air warm enough to go coatless, but often she'll blow a little cold breeze on your neck just to let you know that she's in charge. She's making the decisions. And she's decided that it's time to put away the swim suits and get in those last couple barbeques. You can bitch and moan like you did as a kid and your mom was calling you to come inside, but it won't make a difference. She won't punish you for whining, but she won't bend, either. She might give you 5 more minutes on the swingset, but you will be coming in soon and putting on your warm jammies and settling in for the night.