Every year about this time, I remember why I love autumn. And it dawns on me how long it'll be before I say, "Kind of a chill in the air this morning, love."
I don't like having to take extra showers each day. I don't enjoy the feel of sweaty legs under my denim jeans. I hate having to park my school bus under a tree to get it cool enough for the a/c to do any good.
I wonder how I made it as a kid. As a ten year-old, I spent every day except Sunday hiking down the railroad track near our house. Didn't wear a hat or bring water with me. The heat reflected off the stone ballast next to the rails, so in effect, you were nailed twice by the rays. Yet I don't remember any problems with the heat. (I just remember getting dangerously close to the trains...day after day after day.)
The sad thing is that summer is not exclusive to June, July, and August. Let's face it...it will be November before we smell good again.
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I believe this will be the first year that summer will move from my favorite season to my least favorite. School always made it my favorite. So now that I stay home, I'm looking forward to fall. Autumn used to be my least favorite and will suddenly catapult to that top spot.
I feel the same way! And that is soooo odd after spending 36 years pining for summer to arrive.
I'm ready for football weather!
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