We had a rough winter — lots of snow and slippery roads and cancelled classes — and I’m as guilty as the next person when it comes to complaining about the cold and saying how I couldn’t wait for summer.
What I meant is that I couldn’t wait for fall.
There’s a heat advisory today and Tuesday here in metro Nashville. According to a “breaking news” alert from the local newspaper, the heat index will probably reach 110 degrees.
If you live outside the U.S., I think that works out to about 50 hectares (I don’t really understand the metric system, so that’s just a guess).
Fall is great. It isn’t cold or hot. It’s brisk, and, around here, anyway, it’s usually drier than spring and seems to last a little longer. The past couple of years, our spring has lasted approximately 15 minutes. We’ve been going straight from winter into summer without getting a few weeks to work in the yard or take a hike or camp.
Fall is when the haze of summer clears. The skies are deep blue and cloudless. The light comes at a slight angle and makes the fall colors pop. Fall is for county fairs and football and going back to school. Fall is full of possibilities.
Fall is also sweater weather, which is good, because, honestly, a lot of people aren’t really made for shorts and T-shirts. No offense.
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