It happens every year. There’s simply no escaping it. You can’t run from it, hide from it, or even overlook it. Every September–like clockwork–it happens.
What is it? That time of year when summer ends and fall begins.
Don’t get me wrong. I enjoy all of the seasons. Each one brings about a creative resurgence that I absolutely love! Winter, with its stark beauty, beckons me outdoors and into the crisp evening air to wonder at all the exquisiteness of a fresh falling snow. Spring, with its rebirth of everything green and colorful, pulls me into the lushness of showers that result in bursts of vibrant flowers and carpets of green. Summer, with its endless azure skies, romances me with ocean sprays and huge golden moons lighting up paths in the sand. Autumn, with its brilliant grandeur, lures me into carefree times of yesterday when I played in the leaves, enjoyed hayrides, and carved pumpkins.
But there is something else that fall does–it comes with shorter days and less rays from the sun. This is without a doubt the one thing about fall I dislike. It’s dark when I rise and the darkness comes calling just a short time after I leave the office. Sigh. I love the cooler temperatures, but bemoan the fact there is less daylight to enjoy them.
There’s nothing I can do about it. It happens every single year. And I so very much look forward to those days when the daylight creeps into longer hours. Ah yes, that too happens every single year!
Until next time, may a lilting fall breeze lift your hair, caress your face, and gently blow through your mind to inspire you.
I can’t even pretend to be late for a very important date like Alice’s white rabbit. And anyway, where exactly was he going? If he was afraid of disappointing those crazy folks at the tea party, they probably couldn’t even tell what time it was anyway. God forbid if he was trying to make the Queen of Hearts happy since she was all about “off with their heads” and that jazz. How’d she even get to be the Queen of Hearts anyway? Someone as unloveable as she was sure didn’t deserve such a title, did she?
Anyway, I could analyze Alice in Wonderland all day but who wants to do that, right? Is everyone ready for fall? I am. It’s been a long summer of death and sickness all around and it’s time for some fun and what we all love here in the south- Food on a stick season. In this area, we have a ton of fall celebrations including the seafood festival, arts festivals, the fair and Halloween carnivals. At each of these events, you can get all kinds of goodies served on a stick. We have kebobs, teriyaki beef and chicken, corn on the cob, Shrimp on a stick, candied apples, caramel apples, and even candy floss (cotton candy).
What’s your favorite fair or festival food?
Posted in Fall, food, Jillian Chantal
Tagged Alice in Wonderland, chicken, fair, fall, festival, Festivals, food, halloween, kebobs, late, Queen of Hearts, Seafood, seasons, shrimp, White Rabbit
I love March. It’s the month that both of my children were born and it’s also one of the best months weather-wise that we have in Florida. It’s cool in the morning and evenings and the sun is usually shining with the lovely blue sky peeking through the puffy stark-white clouds. A true piece of paradise.
I’m looking foward to a semi-quiet month -oh, wait- maybe not since the schools’ and colleges’ spring breaks are all coming up soon and that means traffic, traffic, traffic. Those folks love to hit our beaches and who can blame them? There goes my peaceful month but since it happens every year it’s almost like azaleas blooming. It’s going to happen whether we want it to or not. I’ll adapt and handle it.
On a totally unrelated topic- or maybe not since I’m going to tie it together- My sister hates a lot of the new slang words such as “Kewl” for cool, “you rock”, “little man” for a baby, “po-po” for police and “woot” for good news. There’s a long list but I’m sure you get my drift.
For the month of March I hope you all can “chillax” which is slang for chill out and relax at the same time. That’s my goal for the month. One inhabitant of my house knows how to chillax like a professional. Check him out:
Posted in Family, Jillian Chantal, Pets
Tagged chillax, Hobbes, March, pets, po-po, rock, seasons, slang, spring break, weather, woot