Legends of the 'fall'
As we steadily approach the end of summer, many may be thinking "it'd be nice to get a break from this weather" or "I can't wait for the holidays to get here."
Well, I would have to place my opinion in both camps -- I cannot wait until this heat finally breaks and the holidays return. To me, they're one in the same -- you can't have one without the other.
These literal "winds of change" always signal a new chapter of the year for me: Hoodies, jeans, pumpkin pie, football, bonfires, chili and (most of all) family memories made during the holidays of Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Year's Day.
Though the leaves on the trees have long since fallen and become buried under a foot of snow by that time, I somehow long for it nonetheless. A summer person at heart (which I've always credited to the fact that I was born in the middle of summer during the month of July), I still somehow find time to enjoy the latter part of the year until the holidays are over and the long haul of winter officially sets upon us.
In fact, I'd like to speak on that -- the long haul of winter.
It seems that, from some time in April through the First of January, spirits are high and there is much to look forward to in the way of summer and fall activities which, as I've previously mentioned, eventually harken the holiday season.
But what about January through April? Is this time of year deserved of our hopes and dreams? Does this time of year simply get a bad "rap?" Does this time of year deserve a second chance?
No.
Heavens no.
Though some of you may be thinking "Hey! I was born in February!" or "Easter is my favorite holiday," to you I simply say "I'm sorry."
I'm sorry that your favorite time happens to be bleak. I'm sorry that your favorite time of year happens to be so dark, depressing, destitute, dismal, drab, dreary, doleful, gloomy, grave, grim, hapless, sad, somber, unhappy and uninviting (yes, I may have broken the thesaurus with this one!).
In fact, that time of year is so dark that all of my memories are quite literally underlit -- everything I do and experience during this time of year is blanketed in a night sky. When I look back at Valentine's Day, which should be a happy and ceremonious occasion, I think instead of the fact that it's already dark by the time I get home from work but, if it were summer, I would still have several hours of bright and sunny sky in which to mow the yard or play catch with my step-son.
So, what am I getting at? What could possibly be the point in thrashing the first half of the year? When am I going to bring this blog full-circle?
I'll tell you.
It's this time of year that makes summer, fall and the holiday seasons so special; it's this time of year that shows us the difference between December and January; it's this time of year that holds us tight and won't let go until we are all frothing at the mouths for summer; and it's this time of year that teaches us to be patient, tolerant and understanding.
I'm excited for the cool air and the sights and smells of September. And I'm thrilled at the prospect of the football season.
But without the dank, dark and hopeless time winter, they would simply be like any other day.
- -- Posted by talkymom3 on Fri, Aug 26, 2016, at 2:40 PM
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