Okay, technically I know it’s not really fall. That doesn’t happen until the 21st. Yet every time Labor Day passes by I count that as the unofficial end of summer, much like Memorial Day seems to be the unofficial beginning of summer despite summer not really beginning until June 21st. Or, 22nd or 23rd. I can never remember. But I’m pretty sure it’s the 21st.
Once again I am stunned at how quickly the year is passing by.
It used to be that summer was my favorite time of year. I’ve come to the conclusion that summer is a young person’s season. What’s not to love? You get to run around in shorts and barefoot; you’ve got no school so your days are your own. It’s late nights and late mornings. If you’re a college student, sure you may have a job, even a full-time job, but you’ve got the entire summer ahead of you. You get to see your friends from high school that you don’t see throughout the year. You make plans with your friends from college. It’s a wonderful time.
Now I can say that autumn is my favorite. What’s not to love? The pumpkin spice lattes (hell, the pumpkin spice everything!), cooler days and nights, bonfires, soup for dinner, football, back to school craziness, sweatshirts, flannel shirts, Halloween, Thanksgiving. I had a lovely sign that I bought for all of a dollar at Target that listed all the great things about fall. I miss it.
Sadly, I think I love the idea of fall more than the reality. In my perfect world I would be sipping pumpkin spice lattes while walking along in my flannel shirt or sweatshirt, taking in the beautiful colors of the changing leaves while the ones that had already fallen off the tress crunched beneath my feet. Not that many years ago Friday nights in the fall were supposed to be spent watching my daughter cheer, watching my son at half time in the marching band, and cheering on our football team- in Virginia. Now the fantasy is that the mobster and I would take in a hometown football game and then retire back to our house to light a bonfire, maybe make some s’mores and sip a glass of wine or sangria. At some point there would be a hayride. We’d go to an apple orchard and pick apples, maybe grab some caramel apples and some apple cider as well. A little caramel vodka mixed with apple cider is amazing! I hear they have apple cider donuts as well. And pumpkin donuts. We would get some of those on Rock Star’s field trip back when she was in preschool. We’d have “Soup-er” Sunday where I’d put on a pot of soup or two and let it simmer all day. Maybe we’d have kids coming in and out of the house to take advantage of the home cooked goodness. We’d throw a wicked awesome Halloween party and have cute couple-themed costumes. And Thanksgiving would be an epic holiday with lots of food and our families coming together.
The reality is I might have a grand total of two pumpkin spice lattes before the season of peppermint takes over. That’s if I can get my ass to a Starbucks. I no longer go to local high school football games; my daughter doesn’t cheer anymore and Picasso has no school spirit. He also chose the cello over the trombone once we moved here. Plus, the mobster doesn’t live up here so we couldn’t go to a game anyway. I have a fire pit I bought myself for Father’s Day two years ago but I’ve used it twice; Picasso used it once with his friends. I haven’t been on a hayride in years. While I would love to take a trip to New England to see the foliage I haven’t yet. The closest I came to sipping a pumpkin spice latte and walking through the leaves while taking in the color changes was last November when we walked the brick lined streets of Germantown while I sipped a diet Pepsi and threw leaves in the air. Picking apples at an orchard seems like a family thing to do, or at the very least a couple thing. I have one kid away at college and another who would have absolutely no interest in it; meanwhile, the mobster lives 600 miles away. What does that leave in my fantasy world?
I could buy a caramel apple and apple cider. I do love the caramel vodka and apple cider combo. I highly recommend it if you’ve never tried it. I can do the soup and wear the sweatshirts and flannel, although come to think of it I think I only own one flannel shirt anymore. I do occasionally watch college football on TV and we’ll all be going to the game at Rock Star’s college this coming weekend. Thanksgiving is always nice now, too, although it’s a hell of a lot of work! And not spent with the mobster either. 😦
Nonetheless I still enjoy this time of year. I love looking at all the cute decorations. I love the scenery. I love the changing weather. It’s always great to pull out those clothes you haven’t worn in six months or so. I love thinking about all the possibilities, all those fantasies of the perfect fall. And I’m looking forward to some new adventures with the mobster this year.
Happy Fall Y’all!