Okay, I know at least one member of our little merry band here is experiencing the exact opposite, but bear with me. I happen to love autumn, so I thought I'd go ahead and blog about it. Especially since I had a blog post that got eaten when my poor computer suffered CHuDD - Catastrophic Hard Drive Death. I spent much of my weekend frantically backing up files, and in some cases, only thinking I'd backed 'em up. Yes I suck sometimes, and I have only myself to blame. But the other parts of the weekend, I spent outside (doing hard labor building an Irish wall over the culvert under my driveway, but it was still fun), and I couldn't help but let my mind wander between plot points into the dreamy realm of how much I love fall.
The veil between the worlds is thin at this time, and you don't have to be a Wiccan to sense it. There's something about the harvest, the shortening of days, the thinning of the sunlight, that gives character to the shadows. The textures of the leaves as they fall from the trees, and the way the earth seems to burst into flame with vivid reds, oranges, yellows, and golds in leaves and late-season squashes just amazes me. The way the tiny plants I put out in the spring have matured into broad-leaved, vegetable-bearing full-grown harvest plants astounds me--how could something so little grow so fast?
I ask the same thing when I look at the little weeds I planted. And by weeds, I mean kids. How in the world do those pants that flopped around their ankles, dragging through the mud in the spring now look like shorts? Or as Mr. Xandra calls them, "man-pris" (man+capri=man-pri. Yeah, I know). When did the turtlenecks become belly-shirts? And for the record, I am not dressing either of my kids like Britney Spears, they just seem to do their growing before the season-end sales at Old Navy.
Fall reminds me that time passes. And passing time means I'd better get back to busting pumpkins on that WIP of mine...