Saturday, September 28, 2013

The Lower Expectations of Fall

Fall is here. It's by far my favorite season, and I think it has always been. Why? Well, for many reasons. I like the crisp air, the chill after the summer's heat. I love the fact that there are fewer bugs, eventually none. I love the colors, the fruit, the horisontal light that autumn brings here in the North. I love the dark nights, when once again there is a point in lightening candles, drinking hot tea and feeling good about staying indoors. Not to mention the new books!

But, I think the main reason is the lovely and refreshing feeling of lower expectations.

Summer, as warm and lovely as it is, brings too many. Expectations, that is. Summer just has to be great. We're supposed to enjoy ourselves and eachother immensely. Exciting vacations, beautiful gardens and tanned bodies, fit enough to be seen in a bikini... We whine if the weather is not hot enough, or if it rains. We whine if it's too hot and we're not by the sea. We want for it to be magic and wonderful, the stuff childhood memories are made of. We're often disappointed. 
Expectations. So much can go wrong.

Spring is nice and exciting, the way the world is waking up from winter's sleep, but here again, so many expectations and hopes. The days are brighter, and with it, all which is shady, inferior and less-than-perfect is seen and judged. Both in our houses and in ourselves. We prepare for this all-important summer, and we're sad that we're not as cheerful as the newborn sun and the beautiful spring flowers. We want to start projects. We want to plant a vegetable garden. We want to plant flowers. We want our bodies to meet the summer outfit requirements. Summer vacations have to be booked. 
Expectations. So much can go wrong.

Winter, well, it's winter. Even though it's beautiful and fun, especially for the kids, it's cold and dark and rather high maintenance here in Norway. Snow shoveling, tons of extra clothes, heating of every single room in the house. Skiing and ice skating may be fun, but it's also a hassle, and there are lots of musts involved here. You should... You ought to... And then there is Christmas. Blessed and magic and wonderful, by all means, but from a mother's point of view, there's indeed very much in stake here. Gifts have to be bought, wrapped and finally appreciated. Food has to be made. Families are supposed to enjoy being together. Everybody should be happily smiling. Traditions. 
Expectations. So much can go wrong.

Fall is... new beginnings. Daily routine again after weeks of none. The already mentioned colors during the day and the serenity of dark nights lit up by candles and woodfires.  The knowing that there is nothing that matters so much that you have to be anxious about not getting it right. No big expectations. Just letting be.

I wish everyday could be like fall...

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