Seasonal Adjustment

It’s that time of year again---you know what I’m talking about—that season in between the seasons. It’s not quite fall, but not really still summer. Nights are longer and cooler, mornings are damp, and even if the afternoons are hot, there’s still a little chill to be found lingering in the shadows-- the kind of day that requires a sweater in the morning and shorts by the afternoon.

Summer officially ends in the middle of this month, and winter won’t start until late December, which means Official Fall straddles all of October and November. October can be beautiful-- cooler, colorful and crisp. November, as you well know, is all about the damp, the drizzle and—quite possibly—some flooding. How can one season contain two such separate types of weather but be called by a single name?

I think we need seasons in between the seasons, and I think we need to name them. Instead of Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter-- I think we need Winter; Frozen; Less Frozen; Spring; Warm Spring; Summer; Almost Like Summer/Pre-Fall/Not too early for Pumpkin Spice Lattes---I’ll admit I’m having a little trouble settling on a name for this glorious season—Fall; Rain; and back to Winter.

Seasons come, seasons go, even the in- between ones----and Life goes on. I find great comfort in knowing that the sun will come up tomorrow—even if clouds obscure it; that True Summer will return, even if we have three-to-eight more seasons to get through before it returns. And for those of you that celebrate Not Too Early for Pumpkin Spice Latte Season—I wish you extra sprinkles.