The season of autumn is taking its good ol’ time getting here. Like, did it take the longest way, the scenic route, the road less traveled?
Maybe I’m impatient but as I sit here writing this post, I’m dressed in summer attire – shorts and a tank top – (in October!) and I’ve been decked in this garb since 6:45 this morning. October mornings should be chilly and brisk, not clammy and warm.
As much as I want to shove summer’s temperatures and humidity far, far away and relegate it to the “been there, done that” list for the year, summer still wants to hang out with me. Why??
What part of no doesn’t that season understand? Apparently, summer didn’t get the memo that Mama is tired of it and is waiting not so patiently and with wringing of hands for the cooler, crisper, crunchy leaves, nutty aroma of fall.
I mean how I can enjoy jaunts to the apple farm/pumpkin patch/fall festival events with my family and our two adorable little grandchildren like we tried last weekend when it’s close to 90°?!?
Usually by now, our deciduous trees have juiced up their color-turning capabilities and are flaunting their leaves turned golden, scarlet, amber, and russet. But as I gaze outside our windows, I still see green, green, green everywhere.
Several maple trees adorn our two and a half acre yard here at Mama’s Empty Nest, and in the fall, they become the loveliest orange-red. But absolutely nothing has transpired yet.
On my early morning walk with my friend, we noticed a couple trees with a hint or two of some color changing. But we also noticed some trees possessing a branch of colored leaves were already dropping those to the ground. No! That’s not supposed to happen yet!
We’re wondering if we will have a fall season at all. Will it just turn blustery cold and we’ll jump-start into winter?
If you believe the old tale about wooly bear caterpillar colors predicting the severity of winter weather, that might be true. According to legend, more rusty brown segments on Wooly foretell a mild winter. But the more black segments little Wooly has, we’re in for severe winter weather.
So far, I’ve noticed a few totally black woolies and a few with brown middles and black on both ends. So I guess it’s a toss-up.
I won’t mind winter weather, but I’m not ready for that yet. Just let me enjoy my favorite season of the year first – beautiful, invigorating, refreshingly crisp autumn.
It’s time for change. It’s time to move on. It’s time for fall to take its rightful place. Didja hear that, summer??
“…and all at once, summer collapsed into fall.” ~ Oscar Wilde