Indian Summer

Though the calendar tells me that the first day of Fall was yesterday, Indian summer weather made for a beautiful weekend. Who would have guessed that Long Island could look so pretty? Last weekend (when this photo was taken) was crisp and sunny, picturesque and bright. The perfect day for the convertible. And for golf. Yes, I received some new clubs as part of an ongoing birthday celebration and played my first 18 holes last Sunday. Believe me, "suck" doesn't begin to cover it but I get points for bravery. But not nearly as many points as the people who played with me!

This is my favorite time of year. it has the weirdest mixed effect - a little melancholy, a little energizing, a little pensive (next steps usually occur to me at the beginning of Fall). I guess it's a strange time to re-evaluate. Maybe I do that too much. Or too little. Or just the right amount but with too little action.

Pumpkins. Apples. Crunchy leaves. Crickets. Sweaters. Mmmm. I love the Northeast still. And still. And still. The best part of Fall this year? Falling in love. When my love has ended in the past, I always panic, terrified I will not feel those feeling again. And then, I can and do, stronger and wiser. The relief is almost as blissful as the bliss itself. And it's scary too. So much to trust. So much to let go of. So much to discover. Sigh. Leaves. Pumpkins. Apples. :)

Weight: unchanged (SLUG - the other effect of Fall)