I am sitting in the kitchen writing this while wearing a sweatshirt and with a New England Patriot's fleece around my legs. A steamy mug of French vanilla coffee is on the table next to my laptop. And I am getting more depressed by the minute. People get depressed in winter, but I always felt the worst of my self-diagnosed Seasonal Affect Disorder in late August through mid September. The onset of autumn is, for me, a terrible thing.
It's a little early for it to be so cold here on Cape Cod, I think. And I am really just reacting to the chillier than normal August morning and know we still have a little summer left to enjoy. But, it's coming. There are fewer flowers in the yard gardens and the green of the trees is starting to dull down some. The acorns are already bouncing off the roof of our trailer and making a mighty racket early each morning when the nasty little squirrels, piggy little thieves of sunflower seeds and thistle, are at work. They know it's coming.
Truth be told, I really dislike the colors of autumn. Orange is my least favorite color of all and of course that's what we all think of when we think of the fall.
But I do remember the one thing I liked about the beginning of fall. I liked going school clothes shopping. I liked corduroy. I liked wearing knee socks. And I liked cute little sweaters. But I did not like them in orange!
|That's Chuckie and Suzie first day of school 1957.|
I think I might be over reacting to this chilly morning. The weather says it's going to be in the high 70s today and all next week. I guess summer isn't over yet. Another week or two to enjoy my favorite season in New England. Then, south I will head. Where it's warm and sunny and there are flowers blooming year round and sunsets over the gulf. I even like the orange ones.
Have a great day everyone!