I'm afraid I have a bad case of the end of summer blues. I always get antsy this time of year. I guess it's just the transition: the days getting slightly shorter, the subtle coolness in the evening air. It's not that I'm terribly sad to see summer go. On the contrary. As always, I'm excited about fall. It's definitely my favorite season, and I can't wait to dig out wool socks and hats, inhale the spicy sweetness of apple butter simmering in the crock pot, and sit by a fire with a cup of hot tea. But, that's definitely jumping ahead, which I guess is where those mean old blues sneak in. I'm caught between eager anticipation of the coming season, and still trying (sometimes not very successfully) to embrace the last drops of summer, because it's definitely not over yet. An afternoon jaunt out with the girl and the camera the other day helped me keep my mind in the present, seek the beauty that is still all around, and appreciate the seasons as they come.
I'm afraid I have a bad case of the end of summer blues. I always get antsy this time of year. I guess it's just the transition: the days getting slightly shorter, the subtle coolness in the evening air. It's not that I'm terribly sad to see summer go. On the contrary. As always, I'm excited about fall. It's definitely my favorite season, and I can't wait to dig out wool socks and hats, inhale the spicy sweetness of apple butter simmering in the crock pot, and sit by a fire with a cup of hot tea. But, that's definitely jumping ahead, which I guess is where those mean old blues sneak in. I'm caught between eager anticipation of the coming season, and still trying (sometimes not very successfully) to embrace the last drops of summer, because it's definitely not over yet. An afternoon jaunt out with the girl and the camera the other day helped me keep my mind in the present, seek the beauty that is still all around, and appreciate the seasons as they come. 
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