There is just something about the fall of the year that makes me sad. It shouldn't because it often is the most beautiful time with the colors of yellows, greens and reds mixed together.
But it also means the summer months have passed; the ground will soon be filled with fallen leaves to rake; and, in my case, September makes me a year older. And I would rather be going the other way.
Let's face it. Anyone in their golden years understands what I'm talking about - an ache here, an ache there. But mentally I am still that young woman wanting to do all the things I did when I was in my 50s. But the body doesn't always cooperate.
So, instead of feeling sorry for myself I'm off on a shopping spree. I don't know why. I certainly don't need any new clothes, but "hell" it makes me feel better so why not go for it.
Here's to a beautiful fall season. Make the best of it because you know what's not too far behind.