Before you search frantically for the “unsubscribe” option, let me explain.
For those of you that don’t know, I live in Oregon. About 4 hours from Portland. In a sleepy little town along the coast.
We have long, loooong wet Spring seasons here.
Day upon day of grey, dreary, wet, mournfulness.
The kind that you can only endure because you know if you can just hold out, you’ll be rewarded with blissful, blue skies and mild sunny days. Not too hot, not too cool… but just right.
Like, Goldilocks approved weather that is near perfection.
When you have endured rain, rain and a little more rain… and Summer finally arrives.
A perfect, “just-right” Summer.
You dry out, slough-off the mold and mushrooms, and make a mental note that it’s a good thing you didn’t build that ark after all.
- Since #1, you didn’t end up needing it.
- And #2, it would have really cut into your reclaimed lumber stash!
The “F” word I eluded to would be FALL.
Oh Fall… or “Autumn”, if you prefer.
Autumn. The year’s last, loveliest smile. Indeed.
I struggle with letting go and want to cling to Summer like a kid with a piece of candy. Most especially this Summer. This last Summer before Austin becomes a senior in High School.
The last Summer before the life I have lived since he was born is changed, forever.
Though we have much to look forward to. I’d just like to pause and live this Summer for a little bit longer.
And then maybe pause again.
But I’ll console myself that it’s going to be be an amazing Fall
… with an extra exciting back to school season… my beloved Halloween
and our treasured family Turkey day, Thanksgiving, to look forward to.
So while you may see me starting to share the leaves turning, or even an F-word inspired craft…
know that my heart will be clinging to Summer.
My Love Hate Relationship With The F Word