I’ve started needing jackets as I walk the girls to school in the morning, and even turned the heat on for the first time. So autumn is definitely here. And let me unequivocally announce: I am not a fall-lover. It would be great if I was, but pretty much everything dies and what’s to celebrate about that? The mountains turn an abysmal shade of dead; the backyard follows suit. The food is good (great) and I do love the crisp chill in the air, but I’m too serious for Halloween and too minimalistic (and health-consicous) to get into so many of the Christmas celebrations.
Besides, even if I could get past the ugliness, fall is the prelude to winter, and I trudge through winter so unwillingly that it’s practically impossible to enjoy even the bright points of fall when I know winter is on its way.
Israel is insisting on “Weeejoh Wojoh’s” which translates to Mister Rogers. He will not be denied or ignored (despite my best efforts) so I suppose this is the end of my rather silly musings.
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