I can't decide how I feel about that. On the one hand, I don't really like the blistering and relentless heat of Montana summers. Plus, I do enjoy the crisp weather of fall. There's a certain excitement to it, something that I can never quite place the source of but which I love nonetheless. Nothing beats the smell of hearth smoke in the cool, gray air.
On the other hand, however, an early autumn probably also means an early (and possibly lingering) winter. Since I've chosen to make Montana my home, I can't really complain about snow -- I mostly like it, and find it quite beautiful. But come March and April, I'm longing for green grass and sandal weather. An early start to the enduring Rocky Mountain snow season is not among my favorite things.
Also, I'm just starting to truly embrace the summer. I feel like I lost three months of my life to Crohn's and related fallout this spring, and so missed the onset of the sunshine. Now, my mind and body are catching up to the rhythms of the earth, only to find that I'm already falling behind again. Although I don't love the intense heat of summer afternoons, I do enjoy a good summer evening. Last night, I took my hoop out and danced in the driveway in the gathering darkness. When I was done, I sat on our front steps and simply savored the last glimmers of day. It was glorious. I'm not ready to say goodbye to such nights yet.
But . . . I suppose I don't have much of a choice. I can either resist (which, as the Borg say, is futile), and let God and nature drag me kicking and screaming into the future, or I can adapt and breathe and go with the flow. In other words, I can seek balance. Not easy, but preferable to the alternative. And, while I wait to see whether the summer dashes away or lingers, I will try to enjoy life's current blessings while they're available.