Ignoring the fact that it is going to be 90 degrees today, Autumn is on it's way. I know this because it has been lovely and cool for the past couple of weeks and the trees are starting to change. It's small. A few leaves here and there. A patch of red or gold in the middle of a sea of green. But it's there.
I could probably recycle last year's post about Autumn, I'm sure I'm repeating myself. It's because I love this time of year. The air feels good to me. My body tends to run on the hot side, so summer is uncomfortable for me. I don't really like sub zero temps much, so winter isn't the best. Although I do love it when it begins to snow.
Spring is great, signs of new life and a chance to start over on my flower garden. But fall requires very little effort on my part. The kids rake the leaves. If I feel like it, I pull stuff out of the garden and clean it up some. But I can also leave that to spring if I like. I really am a lazy creature.
I love the bug reduced fall. I won't call it bug free. Life in the country is never bug free. But the population of flying and biting critters drops off, the air is silky and cool, the sun shines and the trees put on a fabulous display.
What's not to like?