My Fave

These three months are my fave,
like absolute fave of the year:
August, September, October

August means:
warm summer nights
date night downtown
walks on the beach
bbqs with friends
reading at the pool
shorts and tank tops
sunkissed skin
bike rides
sidewalk chalk

September means:
the Festival of Sail
a paid holiday
QC's annual softball tournament
fort building
juice apples and apple pie
a visit from V
crafting
fall scents
football season
blankets, scarves, sweaters and boots
a girls trip to NYC

October means:
pumpkin everything
falling leaves
the World Series
a Hawaiian vacation
Bates Nut Farm

I freakin love it.

Savor the Season

A funny thing happens
as the seasons change.

Sometimes I get so gosh-darn excited for the upcoming season
that I forget what I love so much about the current season.

Case in point:
I'm wearing boots and a scarf today.
And I've been lighting my pumpkin candles, drinking pumpkin lattes
and making pumpkin cupcakes since the calendar struck September 1.
I'm so eager to dive into this next season,
that I begin to disregard the end of the current season.
Failing to savor all the warmth and fun it has to offer.

Soon enough, I'll be ready to dive head-first into Christmas.
And then I'll be longing for the Opening Day and for flowers to bloom.
Then yet again pining for poolside pina coladas.

I live out the same pattern
when it comes to life seasons.

Today, I remember to savor the season.
The seasons will change soon enough.

Spring into Spring

It's funny how every time a new season rolls around, I fall in love with it.
Except winter. Never really been a fan of that one. Spring, hurry soon!

[Spare] Change

Seasons change.
That's the very nature of a season.
And change, well, is just a weird phenomenon.

Change can obviously be good (the coming of Fall!), bad, or relatively indifferent.
But rarely does it go unnoticed.
Especially by my body.

Even if I don't consciously usher in the new seasons as they come, my body reminds me that a new season is upon us.
Whenever the seasons change, my body is temporarily out of service. Allergies, headaches, nausea... it's always something.

And it's almost always a reminder to me that change is here and it's time to welcome it, instead of refusing it with ever fiber of my being as my body seems to do.

Change brings [spare] change (pennies!)... I just have to take the time to pick them up.