I know for many people fall is their favorite season of the year. For me, it is one of the most depressing times of the year. I always look at fall as such a sad time. It first and foremost is a reminder of the horrible, long winter season that lies ahead. But it is also a reminder of decay and death for me. Yes, there is that short sweet bloom where everything is bright and pretty, but then it quickly starts to wither, dry up, and fall away to nothing but bleakness and cold. The beautiful color is just so brief, and the ugly, cold drab lasts forever. I just hate it. I hate fall second only to winter. Fall reminds me also of the upper middle ages of human life. The life stage I'm in now; where I'm just started to wither and show my age, but I have a little beauty left. But that 'brief beauty' only lasts a short time, and soon I will be very old, start to decay, wrinkle, deteriorate, and die. Boy, this is a positive post, isn't it? LOL! Just goes to show you how much I hate fall and winter and dread it coming every year.
But the end of the summer does have it's moments of beauty, no matter how brief. Remember this post where I talked all about my garden of weeds? Well, my weeds had the last laugh because this is how they look now:
Now, try to have a good day! LOL! Amy