Autumn has a special feel. It is a wonderful time of year that never lasts long enough. Every year I marvel at the colors, the crispness in the air and the fact that I can drag out my sweaters again! I mean is there a better outfit in the universe than jeans and a sweater (unless it’s jeans and a sweatshirt).
But, the feelings I get from fall are restful. The harvest is ready to be brought in and winter is right around the corner. It is time for cuddling by the fire and not working as hard as you did in the hot summer months.
Okay, we’re not farmers and we don’t work out in the heat hoping and praying for every drop of rain, but even city folks like fall. Some like it so much they wind fake leaves around light poles downtown to celebrate until Mother Nature takes care of the real thing. At least they do in Enid.
There’s something about the cooling down of the heat baked summer that brings out the kid in all of us. Raking the fallen leaves (we have a gas powered leaf-blower, blow them into a pile and run over them with a rear-bagged lawn mower) and jumping in them afterwards so you have to do it again is still fun, even though it increases your workload.
Autumn makes me want to go knit a sweater and I don’t knit. Or maybe some mittens. Maybe I need to learn.
I love fall. Go jump in a pile of leaves. Maybe your neighbors.
I love that crisp feeling in the autumn air. Makes me want to jump up & down … I know, weird.
Do it, I’ll take pictures!
I love fall, too. Unlike my kids, though, the mere thought of jumping into a pile of leaves makes me itch.