I feel like a kid at Christmas, because my favorite season is right around the corner.
I’ve lived here for 21 years and I get excited during the summer time waiting for the transitional period between summer and fall. I don’t like it much. It the signs that excite me.
Already one or two branches on a few trees I pass by, every day, are starting to turn a Granny-Apple green from their typical Hunter green color through the summer.
As a cold front is pushing in from the southwest, it’s making the mornings quite chilly, even though, currently, the daylight hours are still miserably hot. I’ll have to remember to pull my sweater out of the closet so that I won’t get a chill, like I did this week.
The evening rains linger with thunderstorms to cool the day, making the nights more bearable for sleeping. It’s almost time to pull out the warm blankets. Although, it’s raining in the city, the mountains are seeing more blankets of snow.
Besides the lingering heat index, there is still the flying bugs swarming around while crickets and grasshoppers commit hari-kari on the sidewalks. I am so looking forward to their seasonal disappearance so that I can walk without dodging incessant insect attacks on my treks home from work; where I can actually take a walk for leisure, without fear of being attacked.
I’ll be able to wear perfume, again, without being paranoid that my scent might make me a tasty target. I miss being surrounded by the smell of vanilla and lavender.
We’ve still got about three good weeks of hot weather and bugs to contend with, but by mid-September through mid-November I’ll be a happy Autumn camper. Then, I’ll be complaining about the snow and the ice and fall into my annual, seasonal depression, as I wait for spring (and flying bugs…ugh).
In the meantime, I’ll keep watching the seasonal signs, waiting for autumn: The most wonderful time of the year.