I’d like to say that I welcome each coming season equally and with open arms… but I don’t. Because, you see, whereas Spring makes me zing,
Summer makes me smile (and, admittedly, sweat)
and Winter is just wonderful
– autumn, for me, is just a complete nightmare.
Oh, don’t get me wrong, I rejoice in the changing colours of the falling leaves,
I relish the wind whipping through my (already messy) hair
and I love to watch with wonder as the squirrels sprint around collecting nuts for winter
how can I be expected to put one foot outside my front door when – thanks to my very warm and fashionable (but very rough and fuzzy) woolly tights – my A-line skirt insists on riding half way up my legs* to reveal the chubbiest set of knees this side of the Northern hemisphere BEFORE I’VE EVEN MADE IT TO THE END OF MY DRIVE?
Exactly. I can’t. And so that is why I am staying indoors until someone invents a pair of slippery woolly tights.
*And, yes, the legs still look like root vegetables. Thankyou for asking.