Late fall is not exactly my favorite time of year.
Of course I love the cooler temperatures and the clothes and boots. I think pumpkins and mums on doorsteps are cute. Butternut squash is delicious.
I live in New England, and the people here love fall. It's their Time. Summer is too hot for them. Winter is brutal. Spring is nice. But they love fall. They love driving around and looking at trees. They love pumpkin spice lattes. They love apple picking.
I get it. Those are lovely traditions. But all I want to do is to pull everyone aside and whisper, "Can't you see what's happening?"
What I see happening is days shortening so much that the sun sets in the afternoon. (The afternoon!) I see trees with no leaves. I see grass turning brown.
But we are settled here for many, many good reasons. We are not moving to warmer climes for at least thirty years. So I need to make peace with my regional climate. And in an effort to restore the glass-half-full mentality, I decided to buy some indoor plants. I thought a little green in our home would help.
Yesterday at the store, I picked up a very cute mini-hydrangea plant. The clerk asked if I had any questions.
"Will this do well indoors for the winter?" I asked.
She said, "Yes. You need to water that a lot."
"Okay! Sounds good!" I exclaimed.
Then she looked at me as if she knew that I had not had the time to replace the shampoo that ran out a few days ago. She seemed somehow aware of the fish that I couldn't keep alive a few months ago.
And she said, "Like every day."
So I bought the plant anyway because I am a secret optimist.