After the last year, it seems almost wrong to admit to loving the autumn this time around. I feel like a Pollyanna to admit to wanting to embrace the brightly colored leaves and cooling weather.
I don't remember how old I was when my dad would start these speeches about the turning of the seasons, "The leaves start turning colors, and the air gets crisp. Fall is a wonderful time of the year...."
At the time I thought it was corny. (I must have been a teenager, come to think of it.) Mostly because the start of every season meant another speah. "Ahh...springtime...."
But now, I'm grown, I have kids of my own, and I think I'm starting to understand the need to mark time like this. The kids are growing so fast now, learning, stretching, pushing. And time marches on, so we comment on the leaves falling, and the cold coming, because we cannot stop it, not even if we tried.