You wouldn’t know it by the hot, steamy, stagnant 90+ degree days we’ve been having, but the BEST time of the year has come to grace this planet’s hemisphere.
Growing up in Florida, Fall meant jack shit. The leaves didn’t change colors, you could still go to the beach, you don’t go pick apples at an orchard.
In New England, the leaves changing colors always seemed to take forever. If you blinked, you missed it. Then the next day a giant wind storm would come blowing through and knock all the leaves out of the trees. Fall in New England also meant an influx of city people clogging the Connecticut highways as they cut through to get to Vermont, New Hampshire, or Maine.
Fall means long pants, no more shaving of the legs, going to the orchards, going to the wineries, sweaters, bonfires, Halloween, and crock pot cooking. It means football season is here – even though my Dolphins have lost every stupid game so far! Fall means all the bugs finally fuck off. I’m sick of spiders, ants, stinkbugs, cicadas, and grasshoppers. It means we can finally turn the a/c off, turn on the attic fan, and sleep with the windows open.
My husband and I will celebrate another year of marriage soon, and we both level up in November and December. It means Thanksgiving and Christmas are around the corner. Which means a well needed vacation is around the corner. But so is winter.
Fuck.