At no other time of the year does the shimmering heat of this city in the sun bother me. I soldier through the stickiness of late July and August with the best of them and a smile on my face. But just as everyone else is thinking of hot apple cider, fall leaves and pumpkin donuts, I'm thinking, "Holy shit, why is the pool closed!?" I still operate as if it is summer, but it's actually nearly November and autumn is firmly in place.
CEWG saw fall leaves for the first time when we were in Virginia last week for Roommate Barbara's wedding. We walked outside on a drizzly day and she saw the orange leaves floating along in the gutter. A beautiful red maple caused her to shout, "Look, Mommy, that tree is on fire!" Autumn is my favorite time of year. I love the smells of wet leaves, damp earth, the chill in the air as the sun sets earlier and nights grow longer. The smell of woodsmoke curling through the trees bringing memories of marshmallows, cold noses and frost on a windowpane.
Every year, the holidays sneak up on me. I have elaborate plans to decorate, bake, craft and carve, but every year, as I continue to sweat my way through November, I forget because it still feels like August and suddenly, it is too late. This year, it will be different. I am going to try to put effort into making the season one to be jolly, to hold those I love close, to find something to celebrate in a big way, to remember to turn my face up to the blinding sun and say a prayer of thanks that despite 90-degree heat through November, at least I don't have to scrape ice off my windshield in the morning.