I refused at the time to admit I saw it, but I did. I know I did. Not just because I saw it, but because one of the kids did, too – and had the nerve to verbalize it…
“Look! Mom! That tree… it’s starting to turn!”
A perfectly innocuous thing to say, but it does not jive well with my current state of impending Fall denial!
I don’t want it to be fall yet.
I’m still just trying to settle into summer and truly savor the glory of it all.
I don’t want the kids to go back to school yet.
I don’t want to be cold yet. (Well, but I’d also not like to be quite as hot as the past week has been either! Finicky, huh?!)
I don’t want to get rained on a bunch yet.
And I’m not ready for the gray days yet.
See – it’s not really Fall I’m dreading, is it? It’s more winter. Fall is just the first step toward winter, of course. Fall can be simply glorious here. I love the years when we have a lingering summer and enjoy dry, temperate weather far longer than is typical. I could go for a Fall like that.
It’s hard to be in Fall denial, though, when one spends hours upon hours at the high school getting the kids’ schedules and yearbooks and textbooks and photos taken care of!
It’s hard to be in Fall denial, as well, when the high today was I think less than 70 degrees.
And it’s hard to be in Fall denial when it rained – not just a tad bit – and soaked the yard (and me!), and looked not so much like summer – gray, damp, a little bit dreary.
But, I’ll survive it. I don’t know why it’s so profound this year. Maybe it’s because I’ve got two kids in high school this year? Maybe cause I’m feeling like the time is short to hold them tight and love them well? Maybe because my neice and nephew started their school year today, now that they are safely back to their own home after having spent the better part of the summer here.
Whatever the case, I’ll reflect on these lovely verses:
‘I will repay you for the years