As the summer solstice passes, a familiar wave of anxiety washes over me. The joyful Fourth of July gatherings that epitomize the season are soon behind us. By mid-July, stores will clear out beach gear and barbecues to make way for stacks of notebooks and cozy sweaters. Magazines will feature their August editions, showcasing plaid prints, boots, and corduroys. In my mind, the end of June marks the countdown to the end of summer, even if I know it has only just begun. I can’t shake the feeling that the long, sunlit days are slipping away, and before I know it, winter’s cold grip will be upon us, making it a challenge to stay awake past 9 p.m.
Reflections on Autumn
What about autumn? If I’m honest, it’s never been my favorite. It’s not just the diminishing daylight; it’s also the pressure that comes with it. As a child, fall meant returning to school, which meant hours spent under artificial lighting after a summer filled with camp adventures and poolside fun. Sure, I’d feel a rush of excitement when I received that fresh box of crayons or selected my first-day-of-school outfit, but August was always a countdown to the dreaded return to class.
In adulthood, the end-of-summer blues became less daunting, especially as the concept of a summer break faded. Nevertheless, it still signaled the conclusion of a carefree season, where outdoor movies and sandals were the norm, and evenings were spent sipping cool drinks. Fall meant swapping out my summer wardrobe for wool skirts and cozy indoor gatherings, ushering in a time for seriousness.
A Shift in Perspective
After several years in the corporate world, I transitioned to teaching, which allowed for a more relaxed summer schedule. Yet now, with young children, I find myself juggling a lengthy to-do list filled with chores, appointments, and the inevitable chaos of family life. Those long summer days can also be exhausting, as they often involve kids who want to stay up late and rise at the crack of dawn.
However, when I reflect on the early days of fall, I realize I genuinely appreciate that time of year. The temperatures become more pleasant, making outdoor café visits enjoyable again with just a few extra layers. The arrival of caramel apples in stores is a highlight—I make it a point to indulge in at least one per week while they’re available, savoring that perfect blend of tart and sweet. The crunch of leaves underfoot adds a delightful texture to my walks, and the approach of Halloween brings with it pumpkins, costumes, and festive gatherings.
Finding Joy in Change
As I’ve grown older, I’ve found myself retreating indoors during the hottest summer days, and I often wonder how I used to relish those long, sweltering afternoons at the pool. Now, I find myself eagerly awaiting the cooler afternoons that follow Labor Day. Living in Colorado, fall can be unpredictable: it might snow in September, and a sudden frost could instantly turn my dahlias into blackened stalks. Yet, those early snowfalls are often followed by lovely, clear days in the 60s—perfect weather for a scenic drive to enjoy the golden aspens spilling down the mountains.
When I start to feel that familiar dread of fall, I remind myself to embrace the present moment instead of rushing toward the next season. This year, I plan to don a long-sleeved shirt and sip warm cider outdoors while the chrysanthemums bloom. I will do my best not to dwell on winter, which is a whole different story.
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Conclusion
In summary, while the transition from summer to fall can evoke mixed emotions, there is plenty to appreciate about the cooler season. From the comfortable temperatures to seasonal treats, taking the time to savor each moment can transform our perspective.