I never thought I’d say this but I’m ready for fall. I am. I’m ready.
Bring on the cloudy days and crisp, clean air.
Bring on the autumn colors and falling leaves.
Bring on apple pies and pumpkin patches and chocolate stouts to warm the soul.
Bring on vegetable stews, and home gatherings, and darker-earlier days that promote fireside boardgames and night-long chats.
Being a Southern California native, these are all things we pretended to experience. And they happened (to a certain extent) but they never happened as they happen here in the PNW. There’s something real about the seasons – about actually experiencing each season for what they’re known for. Each one, bringing a chance for newness – for change – for a re-adjustment into something different.
When we moved here a year ago, I longed for warmth in my bones and sunshine and sand (and good mexican good, by golly!!). And although I still long for those things, I have recently recognized the urgency for newness again in the coming seasons. People are urgent here because the seasons only last so long (with, of course, the ever-present looming rain over our heads providing some consistency…meerrr). And we are completely present with the current season! This summer, there was urgency to float the river, to attend festivals, to eat outdoors and ride bikes, to picnic, to kayak, to bbq with friends. People really indulge in their seasons with urgency and now that fall is upon us, people are preparing and excited for the next transition – and it’s neat! Food festivals, apple picking, autumn harvests, pumpkin patches, pink cheeks, and throwing on a extra cardigan and a scarf to walk to the local farmers market.
I will forever be a California girl at heart. There’s no denying it. The beach is my refuge. Something about sunshine culture is easy-breezy-lemon-squeezy and prompts a laid back lifestyle you can’t find in other places. It also prompts outdoor culture year-round, which isn’t a bad thing. But when it comes to seasons and the celebration of a new one approaching, it doesn’t hold the same significance as it does here in Portland. And For that, I am grateful and glad, and proud to call Portland home.