You may be like many of my friends who tell me "Omg this is my most favorite time of year" to which I often reply "Omg this time of year makes me want to stick my head in the oven." I hate fall. Maybe it's because this time of the year brings on post traumatic stress for me, the memories of the postpartum depression I suffered from a few Octobers past, or two years ago when I was going through a divorce, or dating back to high school when I had to start putting on more clothes due to the elements and couldn't wear my short shorts and Roxy t-shirts anymore. Whatever the reason it's a downer for me. It's a tease, one day it's warm and sunny the next....I'm freezing my you know what off. It signifies death, and is a constant reminder that winter in imminent. However, I must say a couple of weeks ago I went for one of my Thursday hikes up Millcreek Canyon and found a new appreciation for this fickle season. Maybe I can survive until spring.
