Thematic Photographic #119 see more interpretations of Turning Colder at Written Inc.
Fall has always been my favorite season. Football, apples, hayrides, the fresh, crisp smell of the air as the humidity of summer had faded away, the aroma of burning leaves and toasted marshmallows, the fun of dressing up for Halloween, the glorious feast at Thanksgiving, fairs and craft sales ... there was nothing not to like. School maybe, but I was a bit nerdy and actually kind of liked it ... except for the structure (I was never really good at rules).
I could never decide between summer and winter for second place among my favorites when I was young. I loved both equally; summer for it's freedom and because I love anything to do with the water, and winter for the snow and ice skating ... and it had Christmas! Spring was a bust because I grew up in Michigan and Spring meant soggy, dirty snow, then mud up to your butt 'til the end May ... and I considered that the beginning of Summer ;)
Nowadays I live in South Carolina and my bones are much older. There was one winter when I lived in the mountains in SE Kentucky, I had LP gas for heat and the tank had no gauge to tell you how much was in it. Invariably, when it snowed the tank would run out of gas and there was NO WAY, even if I had the money to fill the tank ... gulp! (and most of the time I didn't) a gas truck was getting up that 'hill' until the snow melted ... because there SURE wasn't any chance the road was getting plowed.
There were a couple of times that winter that I got REAL cold before I found a way to get a kerosene heater. These days, if I never get cold again it will too freaking soon. I keep saying I'm going to keep moving south until I'm straddling the equator, and then I'll probably still bitch about being cold. I get cold easy, even here where it almost never snows. We did get some last year though, and somewhere I have a picture of a snow woman to prove it (yes I said female ... don't ask)
Although we don't get much snow, it does freeze and we get frost most of the winter. Not this early in the season, so no, this shot isn't from this year. I have had to break out the real shoes and socks though, sad to say. I may be the only woman on the planet that HATES shoes. But on the bright side I've gotten to get the blankets out too, and I love cozying up in a snuggy blanket, so things even out I guess.