Isn’t it weird how you can fall in love with a time of year?
The way the grey skies make the tears fill your eyes?
How the rainbow of leaves, that fall from the trees,
Make you feel like you have been set free.
All the while the nippy cold air,
Feels as though you belong right there.
As if time is frozen,
The way its so slow because people are moving as if they know,
What is to come in a day or two...
The knowledge that snow is coming for you.
Its fall time here,
And this time of year,
Has showed me love in a way so clear.
I don't know why I love it so much…
But every year it gives me this rush.
...
Fall has always been my favorite season. Don't get me wrong I love a good winter, but the memories from fall, the way the season makes me feel is superior to all. It used to be about my birthday. When the leaves began to cover the ground in their firey colors my heart grew of excitement knowing what was coming. But the older I got it became so much more than that!
Nowadays fall is more than the beginning of birthday season to me. Now it's the accumulation of memories. Playing outside in the leaves with my family. It's going to the pumpkin patch thinking I was so strong because I could carry the pumpkin all on my own. It's early school mornings playing outside with my friends after not seeing them since the summer began. Fall to me is more than a time, it's the memories that built me. Fall is more than a season, it's a part of my personality.
I remember when I was little being thrown into the leaves by my siblings. Or when I lived next to my sibling's high school, my mom made her attempt at gardening. I of course was no help, so instead I played. I brought my baby doll out in a stroller and pretended I was the best mom ever. I took my dolls out and played on the step that was taller than was necessary.
Similarly, when I began watching Evaya, the neighbors across the parking lot had a heap of leaves, and two young kids. That whole week I spent hours with the kids making sure they leaped into the leaves safely, and were kind to one another. Still to this day, she talks about jumping in the leaves with "Jason" (his name is Grayson). It is one of my favorite fall memories with her
Or the night we ran around the yard with Evaya's older "brother" chasing her as well as being refuge from the "monsters". While Evaya ran in the crisp moonlit air crunching on leaved, I knew I belonged right there.
Regardless of the memories, it's the weather that fascinates me. The leaves could be yellow, and orange, and red, and look like a fire is just up ahead, but if it's anywhere above 65? It's not fall! But when you step outside you feel as though you swallowed an ice cube, and your arms grow goosebumps as though you've become one of those balls that children beg for at Walmart, that's when everything feels complete. The best type of days are the ones where the clouds resemble an elephant with various shades of grey; but the sun peeks out every so often as though to remind you no matter what, even when everything feels cold and looks colorless, there will always be the break in the clouds even for a split second where the sun warms your back, the colors glow with radiance, and you remember that despite the dull, there will always be the moments of bright that makes life worth living.
It was a year ago today when an ex friend and I drove down about 2 hours to visit a petting zoo. It was not very cool when we left town, and the sun was shining down, I was't necessarily in the fall mood, (however fill me up with enough pumpkin spice Starbucks, and my favorite pumpkin outfit, it gets a little better). But back then we were best friends still, so whether mood aside, any adventure with her would be worth it! While the whether didn't put me in the mood for the season, the trees did. We drove past the spots where firemen's careers would thrive if it weren't for the fact the leaves change. Blood itself could never compete with the redness of those trees, and highlighters would be jealous of the orange hues dazzling in the sunlight. I was pleasantly surprised that day, as we stepped out of the car and were extremely grateful that we brought a blanket with because between feeding the critters, we huddled up on the golf cart trying to stay warm. Let's just say that day, I didn't need to put any blush on! When I think of fall I think of that. I think of the day we spent in laughs. I think of the nips we got not only from the animals, but also from the wisps of the melodious wind.
In Wisconsin you never know what to expect. It could be 80 degrees, or 8, even all in one day. My birthday (which is another reason I love fall) is in early November, so I have learned to expect the unexpected. The year I was born was supposedly 60 degrees, fast forward 10 years I welcomed the first snow of the season. But I love every bit of it. I absolutely adore winter too don't get me wrong... we just aren't there yet.
There's so much I could say about my love for this time of year, and so many stories to tell about the experience that shaped this love, but it's your turn: what's your favorite season? Tell me why. Share a story!
-Truthie M.
The memories of sweaters, and jumping on leaves. Thinking of falling out of fall trees. Memories of birthday parties dipped in snow because in November you never know. Fall is my favorite why, it's listed listed above. Fall is a gift I believe sent from above -