I\'m Summer, a mouthy, sarcastic bitch. I\'m passionate about natural birth, long term breastfeeding, and living naturally. I curse too much, love tattoos, and will some day be crushed to death by my book collection. I homeschool, dream of gardening, and swing to the left. 
Of Seasons
There’s another group writing contest, this one over at MamaBlogga. The theme is “The best time of the year.” I know that most people would write about the joy of Christmas time, but honestly it’s not the best time of the year to me. Maybe if I lived in the southern hemisphere, or even in southern California I might like it a little more. But honestly, cold just isn’t my friend.
For me, the best time of the year is in the autumn. The spring, while pretty with the new flowers and so full of new life, is just too wet and muddy for me. Summer, though full of ice cream and chasing frogs, is just too hot. Give me autumn. The air is still warm, but not as scorching anymore. The leaves are changing to gorgeous golds and reds. And the world is full of the soft scents of harvesting fruit. It’s the season of calm and release.
Even when a chill begins to nip in the air I don’t mind autumn. A light jacket and a long sleeve shirt is all you need to stay warm and happy. There isn’t a need to bundle up in thick layers that restrict movement and make me feel like a marshmallow.
And the food! Apple pie, pumpkin bread, and mashed sweet potatoes. Autumn is the time of rich, earthy foods that I love. It’s the season when everything is golden and ready to be picked. How could I not love a season of harvests?
I do have one more, selfish reason for loving autumn. After enduring months of loud screaming kids running up and down the roads around my house, disturbing naps, interrupting my few quiet periods, and enticing my boys into trying to keep up with the older kids autumn brings a much needed rest. The neighborhood is calm and quiet again. The parks are no longer crowded with teenagers smoking and hiding out from their parents. The stores are manageable again during the days. And I no longer have to wade through a sea of people to get when I’m going. Calm, quiet, and peaceful. Just what I need.
[tags]seasons, life, autumn, writing[/tags]
