I would make a great cave woman. I rise with the sun, I go to bed pretty soon after dark, which makes it all the more alarming that summer is pretty much over.
My hanging baskets have seen better days and yet I can’t bring myself to disassemble them. My patio umbrella needs to be cleaned and officially put away, yet I can’t stand the thought of doing it.
I could blame the very bad summer that we had again this year in Vancouver, but that would be wrong. Truth be told, I go through this every year at this time and every year, I’m surprised that it’s happening again. You’d think I figure it out by now.
It’s not that I don’t like fall. I love the crispness in the air and the sight of the leaves turning colour. But I hate the idea of putting the heat on, having to wear shoes or layers and layers of clothing.
I hate the darkness that surrounds us here, particularly in Vancouver where even when it’s not raining, the constant cloud cover makes it darker. Soon streetlights will be coming on at 3:00 in the afternoon; a time of year when I think I suddenly have a night job.
Ideally, I would be on an airplane come October 30th every year, heading to the southern hemisphere to feel the renewal of spring and light and sun. I promise to be careful and wear lots of sunscreen if ever granted this annual wish. Should I get to experience an entire year of summer, I assure you my mental health will be stronger, my caloric excesses will be smaller and I will definitely be more pleasant.
I’m the kind of woman who literally swoons at the sight of palm trees, not only for their beauty, but for what they represent. Sunshine, beaches, warm breezes and more. If we were smarter, we’d have planted a whole heap of them in Vancouver just to make us feel better.
Goodbye summer, my old dear friend. Please visit early and often next year. I can take the heat.
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