The first picture is the first day of school 2 weeks ago. The second picture is from my kitchen window today.
Wylie and Nathan were playing catch and I was loading the dishwasher. It was very cool to be able to look outside and see such a Leave-it-to-Beaver sort of scene. Of course then you notice the state of our grass compared with the neighbor’s grass, you will realize that we are in fact not the Cleaver’s and I was not loading the dishwasher in pearls.
Our approach to the grass this summer was our approach to many, many things this summer: Why Bother, It’s Just Too Damn Hot.
2 weeks ago when school started, the weather was in the 100’s. It had been that way for several weeks, and I seriously lost my mind because of it. I hate to be hot. I mean, I really, really hate it. I hate it the way a 6 year old hates spinach. Seriously.
It was so hot I didn’t want to exist outside of my bed. I couldn’t think straight or get motivated about anything. I would find myself just sitting in front of the laptop zoned out because I was just so tired of being hot and tired. I wanted to get in bed and never get out. Why bother? I was just going to melt, I could feel it. And then I did. The Sunday after Wylie’s b-day party I literally melted down. The heat combined with the stress of a 6 year olds birthday party extravaganza and other family issues put everything else that had been building (and that I had been stuffing) over the top and boom! I was an oozing sobbing mess of a gal.
So I went to therapy for a catch-up-session and it was good and bad and all things therapy is supposed to be. And I felt a little bit better. I felt some relief to have some language to talk about the things that had gotten stuffed way down in order to make room for day-to-day life. And Nathan and I started on another road of conversation and discovery and change.
But the real miracle came this past week in the form of 65-85 degree weather. Literally my heart leapt the first morning I opened the door and felt cool air. I felt giddy and alive for the first time in months.
I am a sucker for autumn. To me it is the true beginning of the year and anything is possible. New clothes, new notebooks, new bags and shoes. The promise of Halloween and Thanksgiving.. .Candy colored trees, Football games and hot chocolate and big sweaters. All the things from childhood that bring promise and the sense of anticipation. (And don’t forget the many, many excuses to have parties! )
So here is to Autumn, my good friend, and her ability to remind me why I do in fact like my little life so much and it’s endless possibilities.
I feel the same way about Autumn. So I have to ask myself, why am I living in Florida where I will never have a real, true Fall? This post made me teary-eyed as I longed for the Northwest Arkansas fall!
its so hard to feel the autumn here. very few trees change color if their leaves survived the intense heat of san antonio. as you have experienced we have thanksgiving in shorts. its hard to be motivated for fall.