There was a fast, narrow river that wound it's way thru the camp where I vacationed, with my family, as a child. My sister and I would cross it by stepping on the rocks that peeked out just above the surface. Some of the rocks were covered with moss and some had a thin layer of water that grazed just over the top; so we learned to cross by being very strategic. Crosing that little river trained me well to maneuver through scorching Florida summers. After living in "The Sunshine State" for over 15 years, I've refined art to get from one air-conditioned location to the next, before the sweat beads appear. From the house to the car (with the air blasting) and circling thru a parking lot, a few extra times, hoping for the ideal spot, close to the entrance. I love living in Florida, but the heat and humidity of those summer days, can be truly oppressive.
When summer draws to a close and I start hearing my local meteorologist say words like "cold front" and "low humidity", it classifies as season foreplay to me. I relsish the day I get to open the windows and usher in the cross-breeze to float thru the house. That breeze carries the tell-tale smells, of the Fall months, that I love. Wood burning fireplaces are lit during the first cold snap and I can catch the sweet aroma of the smoke in the air and piles of fallen leaves give off a lite earthy must. For me, the end of Summer means it is time to embrace the outdoors. Cool evening walks, with the dog, are extra special with the clear atmosphere that brings the stars into almost perfect view. It's officially Fall when I get to pull my down comforter out of storage and start brewing my herbal teas. Along with the liberating weather changes, the replacement of Summer with Fall, starts the countdown to the holidays. Carving pumpkins for Halloween, planning a Thanksgiving spread and pulling out holiday decorations send me straight down memory lane and pave the way to make new memories with family and friends.