Growing up in Texas, there were two seasons: Summer and Not Summer. Days that were above 95 degrees were Summer, while days below 95 were Not Summer.
I had heard of this thing called “Fall” and had even seen pictures of leaves that changed colors. But, I only really experienced it when I moved to DC. Here, magical things happen during Fall: the swamp-like humidity disappears, trees turn brilliant colors of yellow and red and orange, and people get happier and nicer. Everyone, but me, that is.
All around me, people enthusiastically embrace this new season and weather. They wear Winter clothes (even on days when it reaches 87 degrees), they drink pumpkin spice lattes, and flock to the country to pick apples and walk through corn mazes.
But, I know the truth. Fall only means that Winter is around the corner. The dreaded, hated Winter. And I’m only just now recovering from last Winter and the record snowfalls.
So, unlike everyone around me, I am boycotting Fall. You’ll find me in flip flops everyday. And my jackets are still packed away in storage. And there will be no pumpkin spice in my morning latte. (Of course, all this really means is I’m freezing all day long.)
Having lived through four DC Falls (I can hardly believe it has been four years!), I stand by my Texas assessment of the seasons: Summer is wonderful and Not Summer can go where the sun doesn’t shine.