Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Tuesday, August 24, 2010 - 2 comments

Enticing Autumn

I am usually ready for Autumn right about the time summer starts. It may sound blasphemous to some, but as long as you let me wear flip-flops and eat ice cream year round, I could really skip the sand in my bathing suit and watermelon strings in my teeth and go straight for the leaf-crunching and hot chocolate. Fall is my most favouritest of seasons and I wish she would show her lovely face a whole lot sooner than she does.

Every year about this time, I begin a little ritual I call "Enticing Autumn." It usually commences with me defiantly wearing jeans on a shorts day in hopes that Autumn will notice me and decide to grace us with her presence early. Of course, last Wednesday when I did this, it was 40 C out (104 F) and deathly humid, but still, it felt satisfying to take my stand against the sun.

On Saturday, I stepped the enticement up a notch by making a big pot of vegetable soup and a pear-apple-cranberry crisp, hoping to tempt her out of hiding with the irresistible aromas wafting from my kitchen. (Maybe if I hadn't eaten the crisp so fast, she would have shown up for leftovers?) And to top it off, I spent a chunk of my rest day scrapbooking my "Autumn in New York" day last November while sipping Oregon Chai and watching old Gilmore Girls episodes. (I know there were four seasons in Stars Hollow, but for some reason that show always makes me feel fallish!)

While this sweltering summer is still claiming centre-stage (for now!) I like to think that my "enticing" is starting to take effect. Yesterday was only a "two shower day" (instead of the usual three - it's the only way I can stand to be around myself.) When I crawled into the rooftop mosquito net under a gorgeous moon last night, for the first time in months I wasn't drenched in sweat. AND I even had to scrounge for my sheet at around 4 AM cuz it was breezy enough to cover up! Cause for celebration!

I can hear all you beach-bag toting, tank-top wearing nay-sayers out there telling me to bite my tongue and get out there and make hay while the Mediterranean sun shines, but I stand firm, face tilted to the sky and continue to sound the call: "Hurry up, Fall!"