OK, I am going to come right out and say it: I don't like fall. Or even autumn. Yes, I know, the colours are incredible, the air is crisp, yada yada yada. The thing is, I really like summer. The windows open, the sound of cicadas, the feel of grass under bare feet, simple loose clothes - this is my happy place. The fall means the end of all that, and worse, the onset of winter (cue gloomy music). Everything is dying. There is the smell of decay in the air. And I really don't like the colour burgundy. Or MUMS AND CABBAGE PLANTERS.
PHEW. I feel better getting that off my chest - liberated even.
However, I have been told that this opinion is a 'downer' (perhaps it was the reference to death and decay...) and I have obligingly tried to find the magic in the season. I even took pictures - see? A lovely walk in the ravine, a trip to Downy's Farm with Cam's school, playing with baby snakes... all good autumnal times. Let's call it my Instagram Ode to Autumn.
(Cam seems determined to put up with it all as well in that last photo. And the other one? Must be his father's genes.)
I really am doing my best here people.
