Autumn used to be my favorite season. I love the colors and the sounds of crunching leaves. Too many respiratory and ear infections, tho. I began to loathe the cold.
It’s autumn again now. The memory of summer keeps me in better spirits, that and a genuine love for harvest celebrations.
The bitterness of winter ruins a lot of my springtime joy. I get anxious about late frosts, whose effects are exacerbated by climate change. Warm days that happen now in January and February get tree sap moving. Leaves bud on tiny branches. Then the cold returns and bites. Those baby leaves die; the trees lose an investment that used to be a sure thing.
But then there are gardens to plan and plant. Before long, summer is on its way again.