Most New Englanders adore summer. They live for flip flops and tank tops. For days at the beach, BBQ’s, and icecream. Oh, and we can’t forget camping under the stars, lobster bakes, hiking, corn on the cob, and gardening.
Honestly, what’s not to love?
And in the spring, as the sun’s warm kiss becomes that much stronger, children wiggle in their seats. Teachers can hardly concentrate. And there’s a feeling of excitement in the air as everyone comes to the very same conclusion: summer vacation is coming!
But like clockwork, just as quickly as the giddiness showed up, the first crisp morning and fallen leaf announces that fall is coming. That it’s time to buy school supplies and set the alarm clock. Because vacation is over and it’s time to buckle down into a life of routine once again.
Then again, that’s most people.
See, Nate and I live for Autumn. For crisp mornings that make you shiver and fallen leaves that crunch under your feet. For pumpkins, apple picking, fresh maple syrup, and glorious maples that turn a brilliant shade of red.
We’ve always adored it. In fact, when we barely knew each other and were hiking up a mountain with mutual friends, I declared my love for the crisp, cool season… between my huffing and puffing, of course. And Nate replied, “Wow, I love the fall too! We have so much in common.”
(Yeah, he was trying to impress me even then). 😉
But our love for the fall season really has been an important part of our lives. Because we were married in the fall. And we have always taken our vacations in the fall. And so, for us, the crisp mornings and slowly changing trees can only mean one thing: vacation is coming!
So while everyone else is hard at work and trying to once again focus on their routines, Nate and I are wriggling in our chairs. Giddy and ancy. Daydreaming.
Because vacation is coming. And if that’s not enough to make us feel like kids again, then I don’t know what could. 🙂
What’s your favorite season?