At least it is here in North Carolina. The leaves have turned into a fall palette and started to drop from the trees. As my grandson and I took the dogs for a walk this morning, he was, as any kid does, wandering through the piles of leaves along the side of road. Crunching through them, kicking them up in air and every so often, stopping to pick up one that caught his eye. He also has an affinity for acorns, with or without hats, some big, some small that he collects and discards along the way. And he also likes the big sewer drains on the side of the street for rain runoff. At every one he stops and asks “What’s this, Granma?” even though the answer never changes.
Halloween decorations are up in the neighborhood, including a giant skull on a post at the house next door, which is very disconcerting! The weather is cooler, not New England cool, but certainly cool for here. I’ve already seen people bundled up in warm jackets and scarves! Having lived up north for such a long time, I’m acclimated to much cooler weather but there is a nip in the air. I’ve already purchased 1 Christmas present, we’ve been discussing who is going where for Thanksgiving dinner, so that means it is time for me to consider something that I dread every year. (Cue dramatic music here.) Closed In Shoes!
Growing up in the south along the coast meant pretty much spending your childhood barefoot. As you got older, you switched to sandals and of course, flip-flops. Even today, I probably still have at least 5 pair of flips at any given time. But, being older and wiser, (meaning more rickety and less nimble), I’ve moved on to more supportive, yet still cute, summery shoes. My personal favorites are a pair of Keen that I’ve had for at least 5 years, that I’ve worn to death! 1 is more faded than the other, the sole has been re-glued and there are paint splatters on them, but I LOVE THEM. They are SO comfy!
Having spent the formative years with my feet exposed to air and sunshine, then to have them bundled up by New England weather and now to be back where they can run free again, well…it’s just bliss. And now to be faced with once again shutting them up in something confining and unbreathable makes me feel like it’s the dead of a dark, dark winter!
Ok, so maybe I’m being a little tiny bit melodramatic about this. Maybe. But if you are a beach gal or guy in your soul, you know what I’m talking about. It’s symbolic of the real end of summer. Closed shoes means no beach. If you can’t spend the day at the beach, hearing the waves, smelling the salt air, feeling the breeze and the warmth of the sun, you might as well crawl into a cave, curl up into a ball and hibernate!
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