The first few weeks of September always make me a little blue. Even though it’s technically still summer for a few more days, my Fall allergies have been in high gear for awhile. It’s frustrating because this is my favorite time of year. I love the crisp mornings and cool evenings. I don’t love being a snifflely, sneezey zombie.
It takes a few weeks before I snap out of it. The first frost won’t be here until next month and there are far too many things to enjoy outside. Ragweed doesn’t care if I’m sitting at my daughter’s soccer practice or running up to the grocery store for milk. I can’t escape it. Once I accept it, my mood improves.
Last weekend the weather was beautiful. The air was cool, but the sun was warm. The sky was bright blue and cloudless. I brought a chair and my knitting and soaked in the beauty of Mother Nature. It was definitely worth it.
