I’m sure this shocks you. As summer winds to a close, we’re heading into my favorite time of year. I love the Fall and the Winter. The sun’s light changes and doesn’t hurt my eyes so much. The air smells different, fresher, cleaner. And I’ve been that way all my life.
This doesn’t go over well in most crowds. Summer is the popular season with its great tanning expectations and blue skies. It makes me wonder if the seasons ever sit around and talk. (I’m a writer and I’m under the influence of cold medicine. What do you expect?)
I can see it now. Spring and Summer are the “popular” kids. Spring is pretty, petite and a little flighty. Summer is gorgeous with a fantastic California tan. Fall is solid, likeable and probably the peacekeeper in the group. Winter? Well she’s Goth girl. She’s Amy Lee from Evanescence without the great music contract.
The four of them are sitting around, chatting. Winter, a little off to the side smoking a cigarette and observing the other three with cynical amusement. Spring and Summer are admiring each other and how beautiful they are and Fall is knitting a sweater.
Spring adjusts the flower crown in her hair and says, “Are you glad to be turning things over to Fall?” Her gaze studies Summer’s tan. “Your tan looks perfect now.”
Summer stretches a languid hand towards her tall glass of lemonade. “Oh, I suppose. It’s a lot of work you know, keeping the sun bright and the weather nice.”
“I noticed it rained a few times in June.” Fall’s tone was gentle and her eyes were on her knitting.
Summer shot Fall a sharp glance. “I was tired. After all, I did most of the work in May.”
Spring’s sweet little mouth dropped open. “What do you mean? I worked my ass off in May.”
“Face it,” Summer said as she reclined and closed her eyes, “Without me, it would have rained all month.”
Fall and Winter exchanged a conspiratorial glance. Winter flicked her cigarette away and shoved her hands in her pockets. “Well, it’s Fall’s turn now. She’ll smooth things over.” Sarcasm laced her tone.
Summer glared at Winter. “It’s Fall’s turn when I say it is.”
Amused, Winter snapped her fingers and bits of ice shards dripped to the ground. “No. It’s Fall when it’s time. Your time is over. Do you really want to test that theory, Summer?”
Something in Winter’s gaze made Summer hesitate and the tense moment passed when Fall spoke to say, “So, how about those Packers?”
Yep. You can tell I’m a writer.
This post brought to you by the makers of Nyquil. No seasons were harmed in the writing of this post.
September 7th, 2008 at 11:55 am
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September 7th, 2008 at 12:13 pm
OMG! I’m laughing my butt off! What a great post. I won’t tell you my opinion of this time of year. Course Maine and California are about as polar opposite as they can be.
September 7th, 2008 at 12:26 pm
Very true, Nina. I guess when Winter doesn’t involve a million feet of snow, it’s easy to like it. LOL.
September 7th, 2008 at 1:17 pm
I loved it! The makers of Nyquil would be proud.
September 7th, 2008 at 1:27 pm
I want to know where you’re getting your “Nyquil.” The stuff I’m getting just makes me stupid and sleepy.
September 7th, 2008 at 1:33 pm
LOL Kaycee! I think they would.
And Charlotte, I bet all my whiskey drinkin’ dulls the effects of Nyquil for me. It makes me sleepy and weird.
September 7th, 2008 at 2:10 pm
And this is why I love your style, honey. It’s beautiful.
Seriously, I’m with Charlotte. Who’s your dealer for that Nyquil?
September 7th, 2008 at 2:58 pm
LOL!!! I believe my dealer is called “Rite Aid”. Those damn drug pushers.
September 7th, 2008 at 3:05 pm
Jen, what a delightful post. love it to pieces. because i’m a librarian and it’s a disease let me tell you about a connection. there’s a great children’s picture book series that personifies each of the seasons: wild child is a toddler who won’t go to sleep, winter is a little boy, spring is 3 sisters, and summer is a high energy little girl. the artwork is outstanding, the metaphor is complete with father time and mother earth throughout, and i really recommend them for adults. by lynn plourde
September 7th, 2008 at 3:09 pm
Very cool, Mima!! I always love seeing depictions of the seasons ever since I read Fairy Tales (collected and edited by Andrew Lang) when I was little.
I always figured the seasons were more like the girls on “The Hills”.
September 7th, 2008 at 3:24 pm
Wow, back away from the meds. Or wait you can finish one of your books. That ought to intrigue your editor.
Nice post.
September 7th, 2008 at 3:53 pm
huh.
That was pretty cool.
and extemely strange.
But cool.
September 7th, 2008 at 3:58 pm
Well, Mel, it’s take the Nyquil or suffer, suffer, suffer. And I had edits to do. THOSE ought to be interesting.
Um, thank you, Gwen?
September 7th, 2008 at 5:18 pm
I used to be a Vicks Formula 44 user. I’ve moved on to stronger stuff.
September 7th, 2008 at 5:51 pm
LMAO Jane!!! Is there something stronger? Can you hook me up?
September 7th, 2008 at 6:20 pm
Love it! i imagined winter to be like alley sheedy’s character in The Breakfast Club, complete with snow coming from her hair.
September 7th, 2008 at 8:15 pm
Nyquil or not, this was awesome! Now I’m wondering why I identify with Winter…
September 7th, 2008 at 8:40 pm
Exactly Leigh. Only not shy AT ALL. Do NOT make her mad.
Eden, I can’t imagine why you’d identify with Winter. LOL. (Pssst. Maybe it’s the flogger.)
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September 8th, 2008 at 9:23 am
I’m a Fall fan, Jen. Always have been, always will be. I agree that many, many people make a big fuss over Summer, but I find I need to take cover from Summer - often. Fall is it. I love the colors, the crips, cool air, the brilliant skies. The getting ready for Christmas…
September 8th, 2008 at 9:37 am
Me too, Julia. I love the line from “You’ve Got Mail” when Tom Hank’s character talks about a bouquet of #2 pencils. It’s awesome.
I love the wind. There’s something about the wind in the trees when Fall is here that is just musical.
September 9th, 2008 at 4:18 pm
I laughed myself silly over this. At the Bar, I have a character named Winter, who looks like Amy Lee. LOL She’s a siren, an oracle. She’s kinda weird. And she loves Stuart Weitzman thigh high boots.