As summer reaches its zenith around the solstice, I can’t help but feel a sense of impending doom. Those dreamy Fourth of July barbecues that embody the season are a mere memory, and by mid-July, stores clear out their outdoor grills and coolers to make room for mountains of notebooks and cozy sweaters. Magazines push their August issues showcasing fall plaids, ankle boots, and corduroy. Deep down, I know summer has just begun, but mentally, I’m already counting down the days until the sunlight fades into a stark winter landscape, making it a challenge to stay awake past 9 p.m.
But what about autumn? Truthfully, it’s never been my favorite season. It’s not just the shortening days that trouble me but the stress that comes along with it. For kids, fall meant returning to school: a transition from the freedom of summer camps and pool days to being stuck under fluorescent lights. Sure, I used to feel a spark of excitement over new crayons and a fresh first-day outfit, but August was always a countdown to reality—when I actually had to lug those items to school.
As an adult in the corporate world, the end-of-summer dread lightened a bit, especially without summer breaks. Still, it marked the end of a more easygoing time when TV shows took a hiatus, outdoor films lit up the night sky, and I could comfortably wear sandals while enjoying cool drinks outside. Fall meant bringing out the wool skirts and cozying up indoors with warm beverages. The carefree days were over; it was time to buckle down.
After spending years in cubicles, I switched careers to teaching, which allowed me to reclaim a more relaxed summer schedule. Now, if I teach, my semesters are shorter and my workload lighter. However, juggling small kids and a seemingly endless to-do list—think organizing, oil changes, and doctor appointments—still looms overhead. And let’s not forget that long summer days with little ones can be exhausting; they want to stay up until 10 and rise at the crack of dawn.
When I pause to think about it, I actually find early fall delightful. The temperatures become pleasantly mild, and outdoor cafes remain inviting with just a few extra layers. Once grocery stores start stocking caramel apples, I treat myself to at least one a week, savoring that sweet-tart flavor until next year rolls around. The crunch of leaves underfoot makes even a simple walk feel special. Plus, I adore the festive pumpkins, costumes, and parties that Halloween brings.
As I age, I notice myself retreating indoors to the AC for much of the summer; honestly, I can’t fathom how I once enjoyed endless scorching days at the pool. Now, as Labor Day approaches, I anticipate those cooler afternoons. Fall in Colorado can be unpredictable; it might snow in September, and a surprise frost can turn my dahlias into sad black stalks overnight. But sometimes, an early snow is followed by a stunning 60-degree day—perfect for a drive amid the golden rivers of Aspen leaves cascading down the mountains.
When I feel the familiar dread of fall creeping in, I remind myself not to overlook the joys it brings. I tend to leap ahead to winter instead of savoring the beauty of the present season. This year, I’ll don a long-sleeved shirt and sip cider outdoors while the chrysanthemums bloom. Winter can wait; that’s a whole different ballgame.
In summary, while fall may come with its own set of challenges, it also brings a unique charm worth embracing. With the cool weather and festive activities, there’s plenty to enjoy before the winter chill sets in.