On Autumn

Autumn. I like it. Autumn is when the air turns cool after the long, hot summer.  It is the entrance of many new colors to the foliage and trees.  The time for cook outs and foot ball games. I love it when everything around me dies. The cold creeps in,  the ice draws near, and disease is a serious concern.  The leaves fall of of the trees, the grass turns yellow and brown, and suddenly grandma has pneumonia.  Lastly, I'm colorblind and I can't even see the leaves turn to pretty colors.  Don't get me wrong, I like Autumn.  I like the break from the hot steamy summers.  I like the cool rain and the fresh air after the rain.  I like cookouts, bonfires, and wearing sweaters.  I even have a special place in my heart where I enjoy the death.  Go ahead, send me to an institute. But I like it.  Its refreshing. Its change.  Change is one word that I would use to describe Autumn.  Everything changes, at least in Illinois. The weather goes from hot to frigid and from dry to rainy and later snowy.  The trees and crops go from being ripe with life to being dead and lifeless, probably unfortunately just like many people. However, the reason the crops die is because they get harvested. Autumn is also a season of plenty.  We have cookouts and bonfires with all of our friends. During these we cook and serve feasts of food, grilled meats and veggies.  The fruit has just been picked and is ripe and juicy.    Autumn is a season of death and disease, but it is also a time of plenty, where we gather around fires for warmth and comaraderie and couches to watch football games.  Autumn can have mixed feelings about it, but personally, I like it.