It wasn’t that long ago that I saw the first hardy plants sticking their heads up through the snow. I knew winter would soon be gone. Summer would soon be here. Spring is a time of birth.
On the other hand there’s fall. Fall needs to hire a good PR rep, because my inclination is to say, fall is a time of death. That’s not positive spin.
Though fall officially started last week, this is the first day with a real fall feel.
The remnants of Hurricane Jeanne came through yesterday. It was a stormy day with a month’s worth of rain. Now the ground is lettered with dead leaves. The pavement is darker because of the moisture absorbed. The Sun doesn’t have quite enough strength to burn off our cloud deck. The wind, a chilly wind, is blowing with a consistency it can’t muster during the summer. It is a cold wind.
In a day or time there will be a rebound – warmth will return. It won’t be the same. It won’t be here as long.
I am not a fan of winter. In fact I root against winter in much the way I root against the Dallas Cowboys. Winter is next, isn’t it?