When I think about it being September, I want to scream until I’m hoarse! I feel that way every year, but this year more than most.
September means back to school for me too, because I’m going to teach a class at Fanshawe College again. It means colder weather is inevitable and once again, I didn’t get done everything I wanted to do around the house. This year it’s easier to live with that since we added the deck. I adore fall, and could enjoy a climate of endless spring or fall with no problem. I’ve always really despised winter, even as a kid when I tried a lot harder to get along with it by skating, skiing and playing in the snow. But when I say that if I had dual citizenship with the US, I would move to Florida for good, I’m not kidding. I mean it like I mean spiders are useless and green peppers are a weed, not a food.
So please allow me this grumpy moment even though it doesn’t make a lot of sense. You’d think that after a few decades of experiencing the seasons, a person would stop resisting them! Not this person, apparently.