Summer is leaving…Was it something I said?

Fall has officially drifted into New England.

*Sigh*

Millions of visitors make the worthwhile journey here to see our brilliant and bejewelled autumnal landscape.

I know it’s beautiful.

But I. Like. Summer.

{She stamps foot like toddler}

I want my bright and lemonadey, slow and swingy, kayak and paddley season back, and I am going to keep a anchor-like grip on the last green leaf and hold my hot and sandy summer breath until it returns.

Well?

{Whoosh. She lets out her breath.}

That didn’t and won’t work, so I don’t know why I do it every year, or why any of us brace our doors so firmly against the winds of change.

How about instead we embrace the change of seasons, for its bountiful harvest and crisp bites of opportunity?

If we are so busy hanging on to the old, how can we possibly get a solid grip on the new?

Let’s help each other let go, and instead, choose to cherish each new season.

Question: How are you letting go of a season and what is it you are reaching for instead?