Don’t get me wrong – I love fall here in the northeast. It’s my favorite season, by far. Temperatures are usually just about right, colors seem more vibrant than at any other time of year, and the light is pretty good most of the day. And when you get a stretch of really good weather – like right now – you just can’t beat it. We’ve got sunshine, a few clouds, and warmth. By the end of this weekend, we could be up around 70 degrees. Roughly 20 degrees above “normal” and close to record setting. Just wonderful.
But it’s just the annual tease – just Mother Nature setting us up – one more time. Making us think that nothing “bad” is going to happen this year. No snow, no below freezing temperatures for weeks at a time, no sunsets at 4:30 in the afternoon, and no eternal grayness to deal with. And once again, we fall for it. We believe that this year it will somehow all be different. We buy the flim-flam. Indian summer fools us again.
You’d think we’d finally be getting smart. That when we looked at the calendar and saw that DST ends this Sunday, we’d know that the wrath of the gods of snow and ice was just days away. Like death, it’s inevitable. Unless we head south or something. To South America, I mean.
But we won’t. We’ll stick it out. We’ll go outside and take pictures of all that glorious color, knowing, somewhere in the back of our feeble brains, that today’s beautiful leaves will be tomorrow’s pale and frozen icicles.