It's right around the corner and approaching much too quickly for me. What is it? Yes, autumn. You see, summer is my favorite season, with warm weather, sunshine, and growing gardens. I can get dressed and walk outside without deciding which coat or jacket is most suitable for the weather and my outfit. I can watch gardens bloom, and let my dogs in and out with little worry about what they're tracking in. Walking throughout my yard, and most pronounced at nightfall, I smell the symphony of floral and herbal scents wafting through the warm air.
What's not to like? Yes, I admit, it's hot and the grass and weeds grow faster than I can care for them. It's only for such a short time, however, so I bask in the sunlight, and take shelter in the air-conditioned house when necessary, and attempt to keep up with the Garden of Weedin'.
My campaign is this: while others are saying that it's autumn as soon as Labor Day ends, I will insist that it's summer, right up until fall officially begins. Then, and only then, will I grudgingly admit that it is, indeed, fall. Unless it's hot, in which case, I may not even admit it then. Perhaps I'll wait until our first frost hits if it's after the first day of autumn. Or maybe after the killing frost, when I can deny it no longer, I'll finally concede to summer's end. Or not. Depends upon the daily temperatures.
What's your favorite season, and why?
I thought you might enjoy a couple of photos taken at Genesee Country Museum & Village from our excursion there just a couple of weeks ago.