Wednesday, September 21, 2016

Florida Fall Fails

             About a month ago, I asked my favorite Starbucks barista when pumpkin spice would be returning. “It’s only August,” she replied. Three weeks later, I again asked her when pumpkin spice would be returning, anxious for all things fall. “In two days,” she exclaimed. While shopping at Target over the weekend, Jody noticed a shirt exclaiming, “You had me at pumpkin spice.” Having just checked out, I wasn’t keen on having to return to the line in order to buy the shirt. However, I returned the very next morning to purchase said shirt and indulge in a Pumpkin Spice Frappuccino. For me, the arrival of all things pumpkin signals the beginning of fall, by far my favorite season.
            Unfortunately, I live in Florida where fall only exists in box store décor. Instead of cool nights and warm days, changing leaves, the smell of fires burning, and lengthening shadows, Florida days continue to reach the 90’s with high humidity and afternoon thunderstorms. Palm trees sway, but don’t change, and the only smells are those of molding damp earth.
            I generally bask in this time of year. In the past, I have hung wreaths, propped up scarecrows, and created displays of hay bales, pumpkins and gourds. I have watched my sunflowers bloom, and raked piles of leaves for the girls to jump in and run through. I have donned sweaters and boots, my favorite pieces of apparel. I have enjoyed taking pictures in preparation for our Christmas card. As a family, we have gone apple picking and explored local corn mazes. I have canned and baked. I have savored each and every memory created.
            My time in Florida, however, has been extremely different. The weather and lack of fall aura have left me feeling depressed and homesick for the northeast. I have no desire to decorate; even less desire to can or bake. With few places close by to pick apples or run through corn mazes, I find myself apathetic and generally sad.  I cling to all things pumpkin spice in an attempt to feel the fall spirit.

            I wonder, “Will I always feel this way living here?” I’m afraid I will. For now, I try and focus on the positive. Fall as the ushering in of winter always depressed me while living in Vermont. However, here the ushering in of winter means cool nights, warm dry days, and the arrival of visitors. It is my time with those visitors that I will cherish and work to create and savor new memories.

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