Fall in Farmville

Fall has arrived and this morning she was wearing a white blanket.   I on the other hand, wasn’t and it was c-o-l-d!  Despite turning back the clocks, it was still dark out at 7:15.  What’s with that?  I never like the trade-off of late sunsets to bright mornings, but I surely felt gypped this morning.  No bright sun to catch the sparkle off the frost covered grass. Woody and I high tailed it up to the park with few lingerings (well, two – both #2 to be truthful) and then made a quick bee-line for home.  By 9:00 the sun appeared and the day didn’t seem so unfriendly.  Fall has always been a melancholy time for me.  Maybe it is the dreaded “back-to-school” syndrome or the fact that my skin begins to shed like a rattler.  More profound is perhaps the absence of the new beginning that spring offers, followed by the sweetness of summer.  Whatever the reason, that reluctance to embrace the fall season has haunted me forever.  It’s time for a change.  I’m going for a new outlook.  There is opportunity at every turn in life to try something new.  So, with that in mind,  I’ll take fall square on.