Autumn

I have issues with Autumn.

Mother Nature choreographs Spring and Summer.  It's the perennially celebrated, and much-anticipated, Broadway production of "Earth Tilting". 

Spring shyly pirouettes.  Summer always has a look in her eye - that is almost naughty - as she sambas across the months.  Spring bursting, Summer exulting.

Then comes September, October, November....and as much as we may want otherwise, Summer must fade.  It's as though Mother Nature has tired, after months of work on this years' production, she decides she is through.  

Or as it's often put - "considering all her other exciting opportunities."

The production closes as it must.  

Mother Nature goes home and pulls on a Snuggie, opens a bag of Cheetos and loads the DVD player with last season's run of "The Closer"....  

She's not to be seen again until March.

All of our lovely world starts to hunker down for the long winters' sleep, the sumacs, the maples, all eventually pulling a blanket of snow over shoulders...and we have to slog through.

I would much rather always be wearing a floppy dress that only touched me at the shoulders, and be on the verge of a sweat.