Yes, it's definitely turning to fall. I love the weather at this time of year: still warm, but not too warm. But I'm finding myself sad at summer's passing.
Fall used to be my favorite season. At the beginning of fall comes my birthday. And it's the unofficial New Year: I was in school so long that the academic year was thoroughly drummed into me, and I still feel its pull. Even now, it tends to be the time when people come back from vacations and things start up again. And the weather is more energizing than summer's swelter. So the air is full of promise, of new beginnings. And in the last few years I've become very aware that my Jewish friends are literally celebrating the beginning of a new year at this time!
So yes, there are many reasons to love fall. But it's got one big downside: It lets us know that winter is on the way. And these last few winters have been kind of awful.
I'm also sorry to give up the societal permission to slack off that summer implies. Of course, I'm always perfectly capable of slacking off, no matter the season. But in summer it's sort of expected.
So, I'll hang onto summer a little longer. Next week
thorbol and I are going for a short getaway at a beach hotel in North Falmouth. (It was a Living Social deal.) It should still be warm enough during the days to enjoy the beach and the outdoor pools.
And then I'll welcome fall. And get ready for winter.