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I can sound like Pollyanna, but I won't here. I will just say I love that there is a quietness about autumn that nudges me inward. Inward is a place I am most comfortable, as I am generally an introvert. Hugs, elcee
Honestly, I don't like autumn. I like it better than winter. That's about as far it goes on the liking scale for me. I know folks ooh and aah over the dying leaves and I just pretty much "Bah humbug it all." I am grateful, however, that autumn and winter aren't the only seasons. Maybe that's what I like about autumn? There is an end to it.
lol, I get what your saying Grateful, I feel the same way about Christmas a lot of the time. I like autumn though because where I am the light is different. The sun gets lower in the sky and the sunrises are bright and clear. I also like the coolness. The air seems cleaner and crisper. I love the colours of the dying leaves but it feels like get ready because winter's coming. Its got an edgyness to it.
I love Halloween! Love the smell of the leaves too but Halloween is the biggest and best thing about Autumn. And, Fall begins so that winter can come, winter comes to make way for spring! I like that where I live we have four seasons, and i'm ever so grateful that I DON'T have a big tree in my yard leaving (leafing) me with thousands of leaves to rake up!
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All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another! ~ Anatole France
The melancholy of autumn. I like the colours and always feel honest in autumn. I cant make good salads,so once cooler weather hits, I can make comfort food where the oven or slow cooker does most of the work. I also love denim jeans and knee high boots and woolen coats though not necessarily all together, and autumn is when those items become optional. I can rake up leaves and escape my head creating order in the process. Cool topic el-cee. Were turning to spring here. A mix of days. Quarter autumn stormy and the rest like summer. I have yet to stash the slow cooker.
It all depends on where you live. Most of my life I lived in the south (Florida or Georgia) but for the past 5 years I lived in Virginia. There are only two seasons in VA. COLD (Sept-April) and a decent summer (4 months). So, fall there was just winter. Fall in the south is nice as it is a reprieve from the very hot summers, cool at night but still warn (not hot) in the daytime.
But, at the end of the day I will take summer any day. The one thing I don't like about fall/winter is the time change, and being dark way too early.
Autumn is not one of my favorite times of the year, because it is a harbinger of winter snow and wind to come. I am a summer gal. I love the beach, the ocean, boats, swimming birds, flowers, grass. Ah yes, I absolutely live for summer. And as Willie Mays once said - he was talking about the shadows in the outfield, but still - "It gets late early out there!"
Diva
-- Edited by Diva on Wednesday 15th of October 2014 02:07:59 PM
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Only 2 seasons in AZ ......Hot and Cool and color changes are green and not so green. But last year I got a little snow/slush that was out the the norm.
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Im like you temple, I can get sick of the heat, I can be a bit heat intolerant at times. The air feels healthier in the autumn, the cool winds, not so keen o the wind with rain though. I love all the seasons, we get them too, although our winters a bit like, cold, grey, wind and rain, thats about it, a wee bit of snow but not much so its not like a proper tough winter like some might get. I think I would like to experience that, then again we dont get proper summers like some get either. Ah, temperate areas get pretty average, non spectacular seasons.
I can be so sanguine--
What we call winter here would make a Yankee chortle and slap his knee.
Saw a snowflake (but it was a special one) once in 6 years. It gets below freezing 3 or 4 nights. We never get enough rain--would probably do a rain dance over a sleet storm.
OK--how's this? This 114 year old house with it's very charming original glazing feels a lot colder in here than it does outside. I have to pile the quilts. And I wear shearing lined booties.
I guess if you're a total wus, anything extraordinary seems like call the weather channel. Husband says my comfort zone is 74-76. (In the house--I'm good for 65 to 95-in-the-shade outdoors in this drier climate.)
His is well, he almost froze one time when we went to a football game in Oklahoma and he wasn't wearing a topcoat (I was inside a big plastic bag, sitting on a blanket with a fellow band parent and swathed to the nth in wool. BTW, that was a really nice man. I'd never met him before.) I can't remember that he's ever complained about being cold any other time. And I have to watch him so he doesn't get heat stroke in the summer because he will go out to practice hitting golf balls when it's 100+ and in the sun..
I have told him, Thank God I am the "delicate" one. If he were like this I'd want to smack him. Also, Thank God if one of us was destined to be an A, he was the designated one, because I'd have been worse and would have relapsed all over the place and probably would have been like Godzilla with PMS as a dry drunk.
I am making progress. I can see it.
I just reminded me of a story Mother told me. When I was two and a half, I went running to my grown half-sister on my father's side, so excited: "Jess Woos! I used to call you Jay Woo! But now I call you Jess Woos!" Jessie Ruth dissolved into a puddle of laughter. But I could tell I was getting better.
Temple
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