by Lorraine Bartlett / Lorna Barrett / L.L. Bartlett
One of the reasons I will never leave Western New York to live somewhere is because I love the changing of the seasons.
Okay, that's a BIG FAT LIE. I only like the changing of TWO seasons: winter to spring, and spring to summer.
If I'm honest, the weather here sucks most of the time. It's either too hot, too cold, too rainy, or too snowy . . . but, oh those days in between. Even more than in spring, the Indian Summer days can be glorious. Too bad most of them happen to come with too much work.
This year we went from too long too hot to too fast too cold. It's now time to think about closing down the summer cottage and getting ready for winter. Closing the pool, putting the gardens to bed for the winter, and raking fallen leaves. But if you're a really good salesperson--selling the idea to yourself--you can convince yourself that you're preparing for the coming spring and summer.
And there are wonderful things about fall. Long drives in the country under blue skies with cotton-ball clouds and a confetti of colorful leaves dancing along the road. Apple crisp and apple pie. Carved pumpkins and hot pumpkin bread fresh from the oven. Stews chock full of root veggies.
(Oh, don't get me started on the harvest of wonderful veggies--and why am I so weird that I like veggies better than fruit?)
Once cottage season is officially over, we spend our weekend evenings in our finished-basement pub. Music, cats, reading and, oh yes, an adult beverage or two. The pub is a wonderful snug place to be on a cold winter night when the wind is howling and the snow swirls.
But I don't want to think too much about the coming winter. Not until after Thanksgiving. I want to wring as much enjoyment out of this season as I can. (Clambake, anyone?)
What is it YOU love about autumn?