This blog is entitled "Fall is my Fave" because I embraced the season this afternoon in the form of a walk. And I was reminded how much I absolutely "fall" in love with it every year. Hardy har har. You can LOL here. 'Cuz it's funny. A pun. LOL.
Winter I almost hate with a passion because of the frigidness and the snow. I would hands down say I'm a kid at heart, EXCEPT for a couple of things. One of them is I am NOT into playing in the snow. But that's weird, it's like I'm a kid at heart hypocrite because that's like the epitome of being a kid. But I could list on and on the things I like doing that are kid-like to make up for that non-kid-at-heart opinion. But that's for another blog, because I "should blog about that." Also, just like people assume I like being called "Jackie" because my name is Jaquelin, people assume that I like the snow because I grew up in Vermont. The difference between the 2 assumptions are that only one makes me want to plug my ears and say in a really loud, obnoxious yell, "LA LA LA LA LA LA LA"!!!! And this tantrum is happening while I'm walking away from the perpetrator, of course. Because I'm walking to a corner where I can count slowly to 10.
Spring. I know I'm talking about why I like fall the most, but I will take this time to say that I also love spring. *Reminder to the folks reading this, you were the ones who signed up for reading my deep thoughts. If I'm boring you because I'm talking about seasons (I guess that's not a shocker), um...just LOL and keep reading?* Anyway, spring. Spring is fun because it gets me excited for the warm weather coming. You start seeing people running and walking outside even though it's still frigid. But because it's juuuust starting to warm up a teensy tinesy bit, they exercise outside. Love it. Also my favorite thing is when the birds come back and they make their precious little chirps. I just love birds. One of my favorite sounds are birds out my window when I wake up. How 'bout these deep thoughts intermixed in this bang of a blog?! Anyway, the birds are wicked smart. Birds and wealthy old people. Florida in the winter, Massachusetts or what have you the rest of the time. I've got a lot of work to do in order to become an old person. Or a wealthy person (for starters I should find another career). I have a TON of work to do to become a bird. I have to grow wings and stuff.
Summer. I think it's safe to say most people love the summer the most. I mean, as a teacher I do appreciate what the season of summer has to offer me in the form of freedom. Oh and also ice cream. Oh wait in my opinion ice cream can be eaten any season, for any meal, at any hour (midnight run to Dairy Queen anyone?). People should start to assume that because I'm from Vermont, I love Ben and Jerry's...or just ice cream in general. You see, this way they'd be right. But summer is hot. I love the hot sun when I go to the beach, I do. And there are other times when I like the hot sun....when I am eating ice cream, when I can go outside and not wear stupid coats, when I can wear cotton skirts every day....(sometimes I LOVE trends....the recent trend of these skirts if off the hooooook.....that last word is me pretending to be gangsta....but remember, I AM talking about the seasons of the year, one at a time....who's gangsta now?) And OH FLIP FLOPS.
FALL. What I claim as my favorite season. I love vest weather. I love the leaves. I love the sound of leaves when I walk in them. I am reminded very often of God's artistic awesomeness during the fall. Well sometimes I think of paint by numbers too, but mostly I just am in awe of God. There's a pond I pass on my runs sometime and it is ALWAYS beautiful. The pond is surrounded by trees and then the sun reflects off of the pond. When I run I have to crane my neck to watch it while I run and I always have to look back at where I'm running at the same time because one of my fears in life (probably above public speaking for me) is spraining my ankles. Probably because I'm such a pro at it. I think that part of why it's so beautiful to me is that it's all of a sudden there, off of a relatively busy part of 1A with all the cars and trucks and traffic and noise and people. And then there it is, God's reminder that HE IS. I also love the clear, crisp fall air. I love fall.
So I actually think I've realized (thank you Mr. Blog) that I love all seasons for different reasons, except I absolutely cannot stand winter. I used to say I like it because it brought basketball season with it, but honestly, I'm done with basketball and have moved on in my life. I've moved on from loving winter because of basketball season to loving the 3 other months including spring because I want to grow wings and become a bird. Or a wealthy old person.
I've eaten too many Nips candies today. It's probably all winter's fault.
1 comment:
I'd like to comment.
It struck me (you might, too, in a minute) that you could probably really liven up boring posts like "Fall is my Fave" (you said it, not me!) if you employed such read-easying techniques as bold-faced section headers, bullet points, or visual aids. You should blog about that.
And another liberal God post with no comments, huh? This, actually, would be an excellent blog as well. Scintillating but yielding no comments.
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