It is fall.
Okay. Well, it’s not officially fall. We still have a few more days before the equinox. But here in Chicago, we’ve already had at least three nights in a row where the temps dropped down into the forties.
And tonight, I wore my puffy vest.
So, yeah. I’m callin’ it. It’s fall.
I love fall. It is my favorite season. Apple cider, bright scarves, comfy sweaters, colorful leaves, crisp air, hayrides…. Oh, man. I just love all that harvest-y Samhain goodness.
But recently, all of my “Whoo-hoo! It’s fall!” comments have been met with sneers and jeers and woe-is-us’s. Hmph. And the reason? People are scared of the end of summer because they’re already thinking of the beginning of winter.
Ugh! Slow down, y’all! We’ve got a WHOLE season of orange and red and yellow before we get to the “w” word.
Cursing fall because you’re dreading winter is like cursing Sunday because you’re dreading Monday. And that’s just depressing. So, stop depressing me. You know who you are. We’ve got an entire delicious season of butternut squash soup at our doorstep. Please don’t be a grumpy host.
I, for one, am putting out the welcome mat for my dear, annual friend. And I hope you’ll do the same.