I never cared much for fall. There, I said it. Yes I know sweatshirts, crackling fires, football, changing leaves, crisp days. I just love spring and summer more. Each season has its own feel; spring–new beginnings as plants and flowers re-emerge; summer–so much energy, racing to cookouts, the beach, weekends full of plans; fall is nurturing, it slows us own and brings comfort food, blankets, and Sunday football; winter is a jumbled mix. The holidays are packed full of events, family events, food, over the river and through the woods.
The energy and activity of summer suits my personality. Always going. People to see, places to go. It just feels so alive. It presents some tough choices for those of us in retail. Stay open, miss family and friends, pool time. Dial back on hours, miss sales, but chalk up an awesome tan, great memories. This summer, I really struggled with those decisions. In the end, I chose the shop. But, for the first time I genuinely felt the pain of missing those long afternoons, family, time with friends. In May, we moved from Maryland to a new home in West Virginia. Ouch. Minimal time to unpack, discover new surroundings, or begin the renovation we had planned. Moving into fall, that nurturing feeling is washing over me like a wave. Time to revisit family, friends and home. The irony isn’t lost, I’m ready to nest. Projects, decorating, cooking, reinvesting in myself.