Life Starts All Over Again

         

     Life starts all over again
           when it gets crisp in the fall.
                               -F. Scott Fitzgerald

Mr. Fitzgerald was a very romantic, daily drunk person. So this little ditty that I found, means nothing!!
I think he was talking about crisp gin and tonic and maybe Zelda had started her parade on life, all over again.
          Of course I love him, and his darling wife, I just am not going to buy into to this crisp fall, start over madness.
          Does anyone start over? Each day you get up and start over, but there is a huge ton of baggage strapped to your leg. Some may have a carry-on, but honey I have three large pieces, held together with duck tape!! They are full!
         After a certain number of years on this planet, we have stories. I choose to remember great moments, and beautiful days, but this crisp air steers me to some heavy things.( remember, if you read my blogs?? I am trying to embrace the coolness)
        This past Friday, I had to pull out a sweater, with my shorts on!! Not a red carpet look, but I had a chill. Then on Saturday, I brought out my blanket. YES, the blanket came out, with only one hand holding my coffee, and just my eyes and mouth showing, I was down for the count. ( note..I love my blanket and I told her how happy I was entangled in her threads!! She is the best) ( my family gets my old blankets, I get a new one each Christmas, that is always top on my list)(Barefoot Dreams is the company)( I think Oprah had them on her Best list one year, and I have been a devoted Barefoot Dreams person, for many years) ( I also get their robes, the best!)
      Never mind my sells pitch, I was ready for the weather change. Then a tiny panic started slipping in, what about my outside plants?? I need a plan, for when the temperature drops!! ( Below 80!) ( NO freezing, I know) So I hollered to Bill, that I need some help with moving plants. ( He hates anything in the yard) We planted yellow mums, they make you feel better, we moved around some ferns, and two trees. I pulled some weeds, and gathered the deck plants into an area, so one sheet or quilt would cover them!! I am ready, not ready.
     October decorations are out and about, and it brings up, all the memories of my babies. It is not easy, all mommies have so many memories.
    Fall is crisp, and things do change, but start over again?
    I think that it is just a new day, with a chill in the air. We make new memories and carry the old ones around with ease. Those adorn us, instead of being dragged behind us.
    Maybe that is what F. Scott was trying to say, " Its another day, Yes! Where is Zelda?"