The leaves are already starting to brown and fall from my beloved birch trees....I think because of the unusually dry summer I won't get much in the blaze of glory which happens in the fall when the leaves turn this incredible gold color before falling and blowing away in winds of fall.
At least I get to enjoy somewhat of an Indian summer here in the burbs of Chicago. We have temperatures in the 90's again for this weekend. Normally I would growl over temperatures in the 90's I'm not a fan of sweating without a purpose, but because I know sunny warm days will be coming to an end soon, I will relish this heat. Soon our heat index numbers will be replaced with wind chill factors and when it gets that cold I am often a prisoner in my own home. I am also not fond of bitter cold and frost bite. I flourish in the spring and fall months.....spring refreshes my spirit and fall refreshes my view of the world with splendid colors.
So far I do not feel the pull of winter coming, where my spirit tends to hibernate until spring.....maybe this year it won't be so bad. It seems I don't fall as deep into the abyss of winter with each passing year. Maybe because I am more keenly aware of its approach or maybe because I do not fight it and I let it wash over me quickly. It has been my constant winter companion for the last 11 years, so maybe we are just comfortable with each other by now.
It helped to realize that I too, just like the flowers of spring......I am a perennial.