Now that green is starting to ease into yellow, orange and red and a crispness is starting to add a little snap to the air, I’m starting to reminisce on my summer moments.
Maybe I was ‘living in the moment’ and really living in the experience rather than thinking about how I was going to re-tell the story. Or maybe I was too busy trying to pack as much activity into the warm weather as possible that I rushed through one activity in search of the next. Either way, Fall is approaching, and with the changing of the leaves brings just enough transition that it’s made me pause in place and gather photos from the summer.
Everyone goes through the transition from Summer to Fall. Preparation for hibernation perhaps? The excitement to bring back over-sized sweaters, cuddly scarves and of course those Fall boots! I have a love-hate relationship with said boots. I spend my days admiring the different boots that I see prancing down the street – chocolate brown, black, wedge heel, flat stomping boots, sleek and stylish high-heeled boots. Needless to say, I have boot envy. I see everyone looking fantastic in their fall boots – really the perfect accessory for fall outfits. But whenever I find myself on the hunt for the perfect boots I end up frustrated and sad because, after all, I carry my height in my torso. I have short legs and athletic calves. The worst combination! Which essentially means that boots don’t fit me – even the ones with extended calf sizes :(
But enough about the boots. I find myself on a tangent as meandering as the paths I hope to stroll through this Fall – stomping through all of the fallen leaves and hearing that satisfying ‘crunch crunch crunch‘ as I walk.
Finally I’m looking back at what took place this summer – a summer that took Seattle by surprise with day after day of 80+ degree weather.
Exploring the ‘wilderness’ of Port Orchard:
Whirlwind Work Trips in Chicago:
Food – delicious, beautiful, tasty morsels of goodness!
It feels like the summer was over in a blink but at the same time, with so many consecutive days of sunshine, it seemed like it was gorgeous day after gorgeous day – which puts a lot of pressure on a person. Especially a person from the Pacific Northwest, where you cannot take sunshine for granted and on each sunny day you feel pressure to kick yourself out of bed and DO something. Anything really. You’ve got to head straight to those walking/running paths, be in or on the water, be at the farmers market every weekend, and eat and drink on every patio you come across. By the time Fall arrives you’re just exhausted from all of those sunny days and secretly wishing for a rainy day so you don’t have to feel so guilty for spending a day inside watching movies (or a How I met your mother/Orange is the new black/House of Cards marathon).
LOVED summer. LOVE summer. But (as I look right and left and duck my head) I’m kind of ready for Fall. I’m sure in a month, when Seattle descends into its Grey season and there are more rainy days than not rainy days, I will take back those words – but for now, after over 40 days of 80+ degree weather this summer – I’m ready for an excuse to have a lazy day.