November 22, 1963. A day everyone remembers as the day John F. Kennedy was assassinated. The whole world mourned America's "loss of innocence". For me, it became a pivotal day. A day that changed my life - forever. I experienced my own personal loss of innocence. A loss that would inform the rest of my life.
That's right! It's that time of year. Fall is here! Which is nice and pretty for some, But you know what's coming next! We often find ourselves in full denial and so you ignore it, deny it and in just like that the snow is falling. Here are 10 signs, you or someone you know is clearly has the "End of Summer blues."
This time of year is always bittersweet -- we hate saying goodbye to the sunshine, but we love saying hello to warm soups, cuddles by the fireplace and crunchy leaves under our feet. Fear not. As the weather changes, so should our routines. Staying in tune with the seasons is key to being happy and healthy all year round.
I love summer. Love, love, love it. It is the most wonderful time of the year. It is what we northerners wait for, what we hope for and what we crave through those dark and dreary winter months. It's the light at the end of the tunnel. But I realized that there are a FEW things I will not miss about summer.
As the season rapidly changes, we have to say farewell to both warm days and the beloved seasonal fruits that go along with them. Goodbye, juicy watermelon. So long, luscious strawberries. But chin up fruit lovers, there's a new star in town! Pears! The deliciously fresh and lightly sweet quality of pears can be enjoyed in countless recipes and served in the comfort of your own home this fall season.
With the dawn of a new autumn looming over our heads, we desperately grasp at straws trying to maintain those laidback summer vibes we've been feeling all season long. Instead, I say we celebrate the change of seasons, look forward to it and honour the passing of summer for another year. And how better to pay your respects that lounging in the late afternoon sun with a liquored up snow cone and a barbecue?
I feel clever because I took something that an ordinary person would throw away, or eat and resent because the yellow/peach coloured apples were mealy. But as applesauce, those pathetic specimens are going to be so good that I might even lick the bowl, and because it's just me here, nobody will know the difference.