Changing of seasons

I don’t know what it is about the change from summer to fall that is so satisfying. I don’t seem to be as moved by any of the other season changes but that first crisp evening and cool morning I just want to pull out a cozy blanket and curl up on the couch with a good book and hot drink. Today was that day but instead of being cozy on the couch I am at work.

I work in the center of the building, in a dark room with no windows. This first cold day not only starts the beginning of my favorite season (ok, truth be told, its mostly the harvest parties and fall flavors) but that the hardest part of the year is coming as well…Winter. Winter is when I come into work and it is dark. I go home and its dark and I also work in the dark. I go months without seeing the sun. It is really hard on me so I search out positive things to keep myself going.

For the transition from winter to spring while I love all the flowers and how green everything is my allergies hate it. The constant sneezing and itchy eyes kinda ruin the season for me. I still try to enjoy the sunshine and the wildflowers as much as I can.

Summer use to be my favorite season growing up. School was out and I just went to the pool every day and swam and hung out with my friends. As I got older that moved to hanging out at the lake or beach and into white water rafting, surfing and other summer water sports. Summer was all about fun. Summer is not fun as an adult. Summer is hot. Summer is full of working. In summer we are short staffed because so many people take off for vacation so you are always working extra if you are not on vacation. If you do go on vacation you work extra before you go and when you get back so it really isn’t worth it to take time off because you end up making it up and then some anyway. Even if you decide to do something like take the kids to the beach you still have to load up the car, unpack and haul everything when you get there then when you are done you have to load it all back up again only to have to unload and clean everything when you get home…all in the heat. Summer is too much work…and it’s hot.

Summer and I are no longer friends.

I miss the long lazy days of summer I had growing up before I became a responsible adult. If all I had to do was lounge poolside and work on my tan while reading a book for 3 months It would probably still be my favorite season. If I was only responsible for myself and not two kids as well the beach would involve less stuff and would be much more relaxing rather than breaking up fights between siblings.

That leads us to fall. Nice weather. Not too hot. Not too cold. Lots of harvest parties to go to. No allergies. Fall is my new favorite.