Fall is in the air in the Finger Lakes. No matter what the calendar says, I can tell by the smell of the air and the fact that it's still dark when my alarm goes off.
I personally would enjoy fall much more if it didn't come right before winter. It's such a beautiful time of year, and I always really try not to hold it's placement against it, but sometimes it does get the best of me.
I love everything about being outdoors, always have, but I hate feeling cold. And here, it gets very cold in winter, last year notwithstanding. It keeps me in unless I have to go out. Winter keeps my fun to a minimum because I just don't like going out in it!
Everything, like bringing home a trunk-load of groceries for instance, is such a drag when it's cold. And if there's snow-forget it! My balance isn't what it used to be so the likelihood of my taking a fall and injuring myself is substantially higher nowadays. I already have enough aches and pains without taking a fall.
Most of the material I've been reading lately has been about growth and being a more "positive" person. I suppose if I'm to learn to apply what I've read to my life, I may want to start by adjusting my attitude about winter. I can't say if that is even possible, but I think I may be able to focus on enjoying the season that precedes it. The one that is rich with vibrant colors, rich textures, and the satisfaction of looking back on all of the wonderful, family filled fun of the summer.