Do you enjoy all four seasons of the year, or do you dread the cold or hate the sweltering heat? Do you have a favorite season? As much as I love summer, my favorite season is fall. After months of scorching temperatures here in the Central Valley of California (and this year, we had sixty-four days of summer over one hundred degrees), the nighttime temperatures are finally cooling enough to allow me to open up the windows in the house. There is nothing better than a nice breeze coming through the window at night as I sleep. With my asthma, I am not always able to open the windows because of poor air quality, but when I can, I do.
In the next couple of weeks, I look forward to seeing the bright green leaves on the trees slowly turn to a beautiful bouquet of reds, oranges, and browns in the neighborhood. I can’t wait to resume some of my outdoor activities, such as hiking and biking in the park.
Being outside is good for my health for many reasons. The fresh air is rejuvenating to my soul, and studies have shown that vitamin D may play a vital role in regulating mood and warding off depression. This is a big win for me.
This month, Brian and I celebrated our thirty-seventh anniversary. We spent it outside—a major perk of an anniversary in September. We’re both big fans of the beach, and escaping to the coast of California is something we enjoy. What could be more romantic than a walk on the beach? Well, maybe sipping a glass of wine with the love of my life as we enjoy the sunset over the Pacific Ocean.
I love watching the fog bank roll in from the sea and cover everything around me, making it all disappear. It’s like seeing a magic trick performed by Mother Nature.
As a reader, do you have a favorite season to read about? Do you enjoy Christmas-themed stories or summer romances? As a writer, I love incorporating the seasons into my writing. In Escaping Camp Roosevelt, the boys dart through the crowded streets in an unexpected downpour of piercing rain, and in Diego’s Secret, Diego’s shirt is drenched in sweat and stuck to his back and chest as he mows Winston’s lawn in the blistering mid-summer heat. In Far Away, the smell of fresh thyme is in the air, and in Come to the Oaks, the first snowstorm of the year marks the beginning of winter, and Ben and Tobias are forced to take shelter from the storm in the barn. This scene in the book with the winter storm as the backdrop was one of the most romantic scenes in the book. These are all ways in which I pay homage to Mother Nature.
Whatever your reasons are for enjoying your favorite season, whether it’s sitting poolside during the summer, seeing beautiful foliage in the fall, or sipping pumpkin spice lattes in the winter, enjoy them as soon as you can—and as often as you can—as if you don’t have tomorrow. Let the season be a reminder that nothing is forever, so live life now.