I love fall. Late summer evenings get cooler, then chilly. The green in the trees around the lake is starting to shift ever-so-slightly to golds and russets. Dawn is later making an appearance. Dusk is earlier.
I guess the good is that I am maybe getting a little more sleep. The bad is that I’m just a little more resistant to getting on the treadmill or taking the dogs around the lake. I really don’t want to rush anything. I sometimes think that in a previous life that I might have been a tree. That time of the year to consider going dormant.
Not that my days are any less busy. It’s just that I’m maybe just a little more selective (away from full, omnipresent greens, to a little more of a variety of bright pastels).
Health-wise, I’m also becoming just a little more selective. And ready to set aside the not-stop snack food out on the deck, in favor of maybe a little more substantial and nutritionally sensitive meals around the dining room table. My mom’s homemade apple crisp recipe.
How does fall make you feel?