It’s Too Early

As per my usual fall routine, my Saturday morning consisted of an early morning soccer game.

Unfortunately, however, Mother Nature appears to be confused about what season we recently left and what season are currently heading into.

That being the case, the late summer, early fall attire looked more like late fall, early winter. Myself, my eldest daughter, and my nephew were all bundled up this morning with winter coats, hat, gloves, and multiple blankets. This was in addition to the soccer players who donned similarly bundled ensembles that included leggings and sweatshirts beneath their uniforms.

But it’s too early for this crap.

I understand that I have a terrible misunderstanding and an unaccommodating approach for the changing of the seasons, especially considering I have lived in the Midwest all my life. I want the summer to last forever, and the winter to be gone in the blink of an eye, but I usually find the opposite to be true. The cold, blustery winter generally outstays its welcome far longer than I ever thought would be imaginable, and the summer fades as it was never here to begin with. And this year it seemed to move out more rapidly than usual. Not only was the last week of summer vacation the last hot one, but after only two short weeks into the school year, we have already started to experience the devastating effects of the months to come.

Alright, so there have been many places that have already seen snow, and yes, we were lucky enough to not be in that group; however, when you’re forced to wear winter coats so early in the year to escape the cold, I’d say that’s devastating enough.

I guess I’m going to have to keep hoping that Mother Nature has a few more good days left in her before the real winter hits. Fingers crossed.