Autumn is finally here again and I find myself surrounded by images of dazzling displays of Mother Nature's finest work. I love autumn. It's my favorite season. The temperatures (finally) begin a slow decent that takes us from a sweltering steamy stewing in a crock pot to something far more tolerable.
I hate the heat. In small doses, like at the beach for a day or a barbecue on July 4th, summertime is a blast. But month after month of constantly oppressive heat hovering at 100 degrees Fahrenheit is not for me. So it's rather ironic that I live in Texas. We have, it seems, only two seasons: hot and damn hot. It's insane.
I'm not originally from Texas. I moved around my entire life as a military brat and spent most of my childhood in New York and northern Japan. Heat waves were rare and overall the weather was generally pleasant all year. Harsh winters and the blizzard now and then were fun, at least as a child. I mean what child doesn't like a snow day or two? I'm not a huge fan of freezing cold. I've always said that I can always put on more layers to keep warm but I can only take off so much to stay cool before the police stop by to say hello.
I think autumn gets a bad rap at times. Jokes about pumpkin spice lattes start filling my social media and they are usually targeted at women. I know plenty of guys who drink them! And yes, I do also. I love them. I enjoy almost everything about autumn. Almost everything.
I don't like when my doorstep pumpkins rot. I'm certainly not a fan of raking leaves. I get upset when my favorite autumn fashions are still in my closet since the weather outside didn't get the memo that summer is over! Much like Olaf and his own flurry, I wouldn't mind my own little bubble of autumn scented magic following me everywhere.
So here's to autumn and all it brings. The corn mazes and pumpkin patches. The spiced lattes and scones. I just wish that the vibrant colors of autumn weren't just pictures. Texas autumn isn't like New England's.
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