Fall is often very busy, but certainly is pleasant, even with the cooling temps and even though it is telling me that winter is just around the corner. Everything still blooms and people here do all their stocking and canning for winter. I used to spend a lot of time regretting its arrival, but finally am beginning to appreciate and even love it. The beautiful trees are starting to change colors. Each time the lawn is mowed, it is blue-green underneath a thin carpet of early falling leaves and seems to grow back overnight. The lines from the mower remain because of the rain and because it is just cool enough to keep the grass bent where the wheels have pushed it down.
Fall has put you in mind of football and fun. It is a clear, cool, sunny day and I have just finished the mowing. You have been indoors and I am sitting on the deck relaxing. My sweatshirt and sweat pants have the fresh grassy smell and I am soaking up a little warm sun. You open the screen door and step out. You have put on a cheerleader's outfit that you found during a summer shopping trip. The top is short and shows your belly button. The skirt is very short and shows your legs all the way up above your knees and you look like a teenager. Your hair is tied back in a pony tail.
I start with surprise as I look at you. I wonder how I got so lucky as to have a visitor such as you, all cute and pert and absolutely gorgeous. At first, you sit next to me on the deck and we smell the freshly mowed grass. Then, you jump up and grab my hand. You force me out of the chair and drag me down to a secluded spot on the lawn, surrounded by trees. You sit and pull me down and whisper that cheerleaders always have the hots for sweaty athletes. You tell me that you want me.
