Thursday, August 12, 2021

My Favorite Season

 I was never a summer person, too hot and uncomfortable. I hibernate in the summer just like a bear waiting for Springtime.  

Fall is my favorite season; the air is crisp, cool and energizing. Sweaters are cozy; fireplaces are crackling, walking on crunchy resplendent leaves, and the smell of damp earth lovingly, enchantingly hiding cicadas and worms for next year.  

Jack-o-lanterns for Halloween, ghosts, scary masks, harvest time, yellow and orange gourds, brown haystacks, apple cider, warm chestnuts, soggy November nights, pumpkin pie, cranberry sauce, turkey dinner.  

Collecting pine cones to spray paint gold and make fire starters.  

The days become shorter and the nights become longer. Days of gusty winds, bouncing acorns, brilliant white clouds and the Autumn Equinox.  

I must find my mittens it will be Christmas soon enough.  


Georgia

Aug. 2021

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