Outside the weather has distinctly transformed from warm long days to crisp autumn. With it comes short showers, falling leaves and a smell of crisp wet air. Everyone in New England looks forward to these few weeks between summer and winter where the air has dried up and the landscape is brilliant with color, the last reminders to enjoy the outdoors before winter begins.
Growing up in Arizona, there was no anticipation of seasons or longing for winters to end. We had two seasons: Hot and Really Hot. Well, that may be more of an exaggeration but I remember not thinking about the leaves changing or looking forward to the fresh green of just budding trees and flowers. There is a different kind of appreciate for what is around you when you know it is fleeting.
Like every fall, since moving to New England, I am excited for the beginning of this new season and look forward to the first snow fall. I know come March that “new” feeling will be fleeting and once again summer will be beckoning, but for now I’ll enjoy the fresh autumn air and the anticipation of that first snow.