Sentinel Progress

Come on fall — I am ready for you!

There is a saying out there that advises a person to dress for the job they want, not the job they have. It’s wise advice, but I have taken the adage in a different direction: a seasonal direction.

We are now well passed Summer’s end but you would never know it judging by the lush greenery, thunderstorms and constant temperatures in the mid-90s.

So, instead of dressing for the job I want, as of now I’m dressing for the season I want: namely, Fall.

I pulled all my tank tops and capris out of my dresser and stored them to make room for my favorite jeans, sweaters and flannel shirts.

My flip-flops have been replaced by boots and the suntan lotion in the glove compartment in my car has been swapped for Chap Stick.

In short, I’m ready. Bring it.

I have a fire pit in my back yard I’ve been itching to see burning once more and I can’t bring myself to wait another day to line the steps leading up to my porch with pumpkins and flowering mums.

I want to pull out and dust off all the recipes for my favorite hearty soups and stews, I want to sip apple cider and take my boys Trick-or-Treating.

I want to feel that crisp Autumn wind on my cheeks and see the leaves turn garnet and golden and I want to bake apple pies and homemade breads to let those sweet smells permeate throughout my house.

When I moved to South Carolina from my home state of Michigan, I was concerned I would miss out on the Fall foliage and chilly temperatures.

In my mind’s eye, I pictured the entire state as nothing but coastal palm trees and beaches — imagine my surprise when I first saw the rolling foothills of the Appalachians turn bright with fall colors.

It took a while, but I’ve finally become accustomed to the heat in the Summer. Although admittedly, I find myself looking more and more forward to Fall and Winter as each year comes to a close.

I’ve gotten a few odd looks at the grocery stores dressed in a turtle-neck shirt when the weather is clearly not threatening to drop anytime soon — but I’m committed.

In true Yankee fashion, I thrive in cold weather. Whereas the heat seems to sap my energy and make me want to hide in the air conditioning, I find blustery winds invigorating and will pretty much find any excuse to hang around outside.

I can’t wait to jump in leaf piles with my kids — if my trees in the back yard would ever get around to dropping them.

Until then I anxiously await, wrapped in flannel, rake in hand.

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Strickly Speaking

Kasie Strickland

Kasie Strickland is a staff writer for The Sentinel-Progress and can be reached at kstrickland@championcarolinas.com. Views expressed in this column are those of the writer only and do not necessarily represent the newspaper’s opinion.