Reading harold_maude's journal

This morning I noticed that some of the trees here are starting to show signs that summer is about to vacate the premises and the brief days of fall will be here.

I love fall. The color that drenches trees and dots the landscape with more yellows and browns as the crops get ready for harvest.
It's never long enough for me.
The birds who spend their summer here will be off to somewhere else, and I will miss them too.
Soon the berries and apples will ripen and that tangy delicious smell of woodsmoke drifting in from somewhere will fill the air.

Besides the color that explodes in Autumn, the season brings with it other wonderful stuff, warm sweaters and it's cool enough to start baking and making cider and other mulled drinks, and besides it makes a great excuse to curl up under warm blankets.
The star gazing should be awesome too.
And it seems that when you have fires in the fall their more cozy as well.
The bugs will die down, so less fighting with mesquetos.
Long walks through the woods, and the deer will be wandering through the feilds too.

We'll have more rain as well, and I'll pull out my oversized slippers that resemble Ernies' shoes (Ernie from Sesame street) and I'll put them on, and my feet will be comfy.

Before I can think about it and enjoy it to my hearts content, it will be gone.
That's the only thing I don't like about it.
Sometimes it reminds me of a really great kiss that happens and I wish it would go on for a long time, but it dosen't and all I can do is wait for another one to happen.

I'd love to find one of thoes waterballs that used to be very common, but now they are more expensive and harder to find, one that has little leaves and a forest that one could get lost in but never feel lost while they are there.
On top of all of this, when fall comes and passes into winter another year of my life will have ended.

It used to be that when September came I was over joyed and excited all the time.
It repersented the door opening to the best time of the year for me.
The season of leaves changing color, wood smoke, halloween and my birthday.
All in just a few months.

Things change as life happens. Somewhere along the line I grew to hate my birthday, and it had nothing to do with the changing numbers, but more to do with how alone I felt when it came.
It didn't really seem to matter to alot of people when it came.
It finally got to the point where I dreaded it's arrival.
I'd get out of the house and stay out as long as I could just to avoid any phone calls that might come along.
Now I just don't tell people what day my birthday is.
I just let it pass in peace, and try not to think about what it could be.
I still get the phone call from one of my sisters, and a card from my mother.
The other half of me doesn't really take notice of it, and I don't remind him.

It will come with Autumn, and it will fade into the shadows and still of winter. And I'll try not to think about it.
I'll just love the color that comes for the time it's here and when it turns to brown and then the shades of cold, I will wish it had stayed longer.
I would glady trade most of summer for a long slow Autumn.
Oh say about 6 or 8 months worth would be just fine.

But that place doesn't exist except maybe in one of those waterglobes....

It only looks that way because your standing on your head.

I would glady trade most of summer for a long slow Autumn.

And I would trade all of the bloody autumn for some days of summer and sunshine during and around my birthday :-P

cu, w0lf.

Multiple exclamation marks are a sure sign for a diseased mind!

...grinning...I'd love to make you this great deal if I could.
You take summer and I'll take Autumn.
And we'll both get the season that we like, how's that?

It only looks that way because your standing on your head.