I've put the plastic pumpkins on the mantle, and draped the fake fall leaves on a quilt and over some chandeliers. I've baked the first apple pie of the season, and I've dusted off the crock pot. The mornings are blessedly cooler and the smell of autumn is in the air.
And to be honest, this is the time of year I start to struggle. I feel the days shorten and my mood plummets. I know most people love fall. I actually love the apple harvest, the cooler weather, the warm comfort foods, the fire pit and all the fun sports and kid activities. But to me, it's also a signal. Winter is coming and I don't cope well with winter. I can't tolerate the cold weather, and here in Georgia winter means rain. Cold, drippy rain, with almost no sunshine again until spring. I find it hard to enjoy the things I love about autumn, because of the looming winter that is just around the corner.
Most folks don't know this about me. In reality, I work hard every day to find the beauty in the simple daily routines, and appreciate the joy of laughter and moments that remind me how much love surrounds me. I am concious to give kindness and make others smile, because it distracts me from my own 'winter woes'. I take advantage of the indoor hours to stitch and read and drink hot coffee. But inside I'm counting down until the sunshine of spring returns. And I HATE that! I hate that I can't embrace the season for what it is. I don't want to wish one precious moment away. But still, I find myself struggling.
Happy fall y'all,