So you know how in May you can expect extremely sentimental posts from me, because it’s graduation season and I’m already picturing all three of my boys LEAVING ME FOREVER by way of a box-hat and graduation gown? Well, in the fall, besides posts about the anniversary of my motherhood, you can expect thoughts on change. Because in autumn weather, I always feel that anything could happen.
AND THIS YEAR it’s come early. The weather is ultra pseudo-autumn these days. It’s cool and gorgeous and so perfect that I can’t manage to have any troubling thoughts when I step outside because my soul literally leaves my body to just hang out and ooh and ah in the goodness of this weather. It really does.
Now, as I get older I’ve noticed that autumn is sort of bittersweet. It really does bring with it a sense of the winding down of things, and I find myself more than ever saying those overused things like, “This year has gone so fast,” and, “Is school about to start already?” (I’m so happy we don’t figure out how fast the summers are until we’re old enough to have jobs in which we don’t really get summer anyway.) But they used to be only the start of things, because I had new crisp clothes to go with the new crisp weather. I had a fresh hair cut and a new teacher or a new locker assignment, a different lunch shift – all things new. And it was promising and thrilling and full of possibility.
That’s what the weather reminds me of lately. It’s going to be such a sad shock when suddenly it’s August and I’m sweating again.