I'm sitting here at 5:20 in the morning wondering why not a single soul is commenting on my "orange and pink!" post.
Really, I'm not tormented by it. I mean, I am loving it but maybe the Summer moment for this combo has truly passed and I ought to be well on my way to the rustic palette of Autumn by now. The magazines are, anyway.
Truth is, I don't want to let go of the long sunny days and the freedom of an unstructured few months. I am resisting the call of obligation, the inevitability of drab Winter coats, dirty boots, the dishevelment of snow and wind, the elements reclaiming my colorful world one more time around, damnit.
There is the brief twilight of Autumn to look forward to, this is true. The way the sun is angled for that brief month and a half, the dance and dazzle of the leaves, the nearly subterranean glow of the afternooon sunsets, gold and russety and gilded.
I'll enjoy that, but then it's on to the holidays which start too early (Christmas trees before Halloween?!) and last too long. With apologies to those who love this time of year, I am generally not a fan. I'm all excited at the beginning, but then it all limps to a trees-on-the-sidewalk ending by the New Year. To be followed by the never ending month of January. Valentine's Day punctuates February (quite possibly my favorite holiday), and then it's the soggy march through March. In these parts, it can still snow in April, which means snow on top of dirty snow. But at least it's pretty again, for a while.
Can you tell I'm already feeling the Winter blues? Anybody else feeling it? Am I bringing you down?
I'm sorry. I just have to prattle on about this. I'll live.