1 Mother 2 Another

I love the changing of the seasons. It
doesn’t even really matter which change we’re talking
about – I love them all. Every winter I feel a yearning for
hanging out on the grass on a warm spring day, watching trees bud
and listening to birds sing. Then after a few months of that, I
become restless and develop a yen for sunscreen and lazy pool time
– those endless days that seem to stretch on forever, when
your kids scream and play for hours and you laugh and chat
desultorily with your girlfriends.


And then I have a hankering for the fall.

Summer gets hot, the kids get bored and
testy, and I’m tired of wearing shorts. I’m ready for a
little more skin coverage, a change of scent from the melted tar
that permeates summer in the south. Bring on autumn!


Cool weather really came for us this weekend, and I’m
embracing it wholeheartedly. Sure, it’ll probably leave in a
couple days and instead of highs in the 60s we’ll be back to
highs in the 90s one last time. But for now, I’m enjoying the
weather mightily.


I know my girls have inherited this gene from me: Saturday when the
weather cooled off, the thermometer said 64 outside and Maddie was
already begging for a fire in the fireplace. Last night I put a pot
of mulled cider on the stove and sniffed the air rapturously while
enjoying – yes, it’s true – a crackling
fireplace. I’m snuggled in my beat-up-but-oh-so-warm cashmere
cardigan that I shuffle around the house in half the year, and
loving this change of season.


Now, talk to me in a few months . . .