So, I was told that fall arrived today at 5am. Well, for me, it started yesterday. I had to rake a section of my yard yesterday. I don't look forward to fall for one reason only, the raking. I know that raking is great for you, an easy to burn hundreds of calories while feeling that you are doing something productive. But it is so frustrating. It seems like I will spend about half an hour every other day or so and it seems like as soon as I am finished, a big gust of wind comes and knocks off another thousand leaves. It is sort of like God is making sure that I know who is in control.
Don't get me started on this one either. I have to switch the kids' closets out. Hours of work just to reorganize all those clothes. And it seems like as soon as it is done, the temperatures jump 20* and everything the kids have is too warm. Why?
Don't get me wrong, I do love fall. I love the hikes and the throwing leaves at the kids. But I prefer the puddle jumping days of summer.