By Mary Anna Violi | @Mary Anna Violi
Yesterday, September 22nd was the first day of autumn. The weather in this part of The Heartland was picture perfect autumn weather of a sunny day followed by a cool night. I embrace autumn weather. After the insufferable heat, humidity, and lack of rain in August, I surveyed my parched front lawn and mused about how it resembled toast. The lushness of a rainy May and June had given way to the dog days of August. The only thing good about August is my nephew’s August 4th birthday. In the oppressive heat of August I am always helping my daughter move: For her four undergraduate years we loaded up our SUVs to heave and ho into the dorm the first two-year], and then into the sorority house, and finally into a house with six other sorority sisters. This past mid-July to August involved a move to a domicile for graduate school. At least I feel reasonably certain she is staying put for the next three years of law school.
In the aftermath of the wretched heat of August came autumn. The weather is, in fact, on the cool side, but I am not complaining. My feeling is that we are able to don extra clothing in the chillier weather, but we can only take off so much of our garb in the hot weather, unless we lived in Saint Tropez, or frequented another beach town that turned a blind eye to sunning al fresco. On yesterday’s first exquisite day of autumn, I dined with my darling daughter at a charming bistro in her new town. This morning I smiled as I put on a lightweight jacket and ventured outside. The sun shone brightly and perked up my spirits as I reveled in another autumn morn.
Ciao for now.