My Favorite Season
Can you guess what it is? Are you looking at the falling leaves in the GIF and just feeling a total loss? I’ll give you a hint:
Some people call it “Autumn” and some people call it “Fall.”
Have you guessed it yet? Ha! I knew you would figure it out!
Yes, Fall is my most favorite time of the year. At least it is in the area I live and grew up in. Maybe if I lived in another part of the world then that would change.
So why do I like Fall? Or Autumn? Does it matter which word I use? Is there a correct term here, or does it even matter? Should I capitalize the words? You’d think, as a writer, I’d have the common sense to know better!
For me, growing up, the winter time meant Christmas, getting together for a couple of days with family, playing with my cousins, gifts and toys galore, tons of food, and going deer hunting with my dad.
Spring time meant another school break, pretty weather that allowed me to play more outside, ride my bike, fishing, and the knowledge that summer break was just around the corner.
Then summer did come. School lets out, more outside activities, more fishing, swimming, the family vacation, more bike riding, and, of course, FREEDOM!
Freedom meant staying up a bit longer, but not much longer because I grew up in a sort of strict household that sheltered me from what most kids were exposed to, and freedom of getting away with taking a bath later than normal (some times not until the next day if I was lucky).
Eventually, summer would come and go and bring in the dreaded new school year. But there was a positive catch to this: The oncoming of the Fall season!
I looked forward to, as I still do, the turning of the leaves and keeping a keen eye out for my first colored leaf to fall off a tree and float its way to the ground to where other leaves would soon be gathering as well.
I anticipate, as I did back then, going outside and smelling that first brisk wind that carried with it the smell of the autumn leaves. Yeah, you know the one!
Upon sniffing that first cool crisp breeze, I always think of my most favorite holiday that is also just around the bend: Halloween! The one day you can be somebody or something else and no one would care.
Halloween would give way to Thanksgiving, and that meant another family get together, more play time with my cousins, and lots of food.
Thanksgiving, for me as a kid, was a catch 21. It had the positives of the things I just mentioned, but it also meant the fading out of my most favorite time of the year to Old Man Winter.
Don’t get me wrong, I have always liked winter to a degree. It just depends on the degree! *laughs*
But there’s a lot of inner emotion that swells up when Fall rolls around. It’s a feeling that’s very difficult to describe other than it’s when I feel most alive inside.
My spirit bounds, my creative process is everywhere all at once, and I just have this overall feeling of goodness. That, to me, is what it’s all about. To live life in that way everyday… Sigh.
So here we are with August, my most dreaded month of the year, just days away. Dreaded because it’s the hottest month of the year, the most mosquito infested month of the year, and the start of another school year.
And for you kids who may be reading this, if you’re anything like I was, you know how horrible it is to start back to school! I know your pain, my friends. Believe me!
Now, some of you may be reading this and agreeing with me right now while others are thinking of a different season in your minds. So what is your favorite season of the year and why? Leave a comment and give us your story!
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