Have you noticed it also?
Something has changed that has morphed many peoples attitudes.
You know what? I think it is the demise of Middle Georgias summertime heat and humidity.
Yep, it is all about the approach of fall. I tell you a fact -- I love it. Life has meaning again. Football is in the air. My Bulldogs won the first five games of the season. OK, you ask against whom? Mostly nobodies but think about last year.
Not only have the Bulldogs got my chest puffed up, but the Atlanta Falcons are on a winning spree. Heck, even the Atlanta Braves are in the National League playoffs.
I have got to say, Life is good.
When fall comes into season and football is in bloom, we rejoice that this is the reason we are proud to live in Middle Georgia.
When I was a youngster, I loved summer. I could tolerate the heat and play baseball from morning until nightfall and, sometimes, beyond. I tell you, it is tough to catch a fastball when it is so dark you cant see your hand in front of your face. I believe that explains quite a bit about my countenance.
Not only does fall bring with it lower temperatures and humidity, it also means that grass quits growing, and we can do something else Saturday afternoons other than mow the lawn. Here is something that indicates how little man has evolved from his primitive past. Can you logically explain why anyone would spend days and much money preparing grass to grow just so he could curse how quickly he has to get back out in the 100 degree temperature and humidity to cut it again? No, you cant. The only possible explanation is that his wife has pointed out how lush and green your neighbors lawn is and asked why arent you the man Sues husband is? Gentlemen, you cant win the ensuing argument, so just get out there and water and fertilize the heck out of the stuff. Then, pray your efforts have satisfied the wife enough that you can have enough peace to enjoy a glass of ice cold tea before getting the lawn mower ready for the season.
There is one negative to fall, and that is the time change. Why anyone with half a brain would want night to arrive shortly after noon is beyond me. I suppose it has something to do with man-caused global warming. Maybe someone could call Al Gore to get a reading on that.
All in all, I am quite pleased that fall is knocking on the door, my beloved Bulldogs are undefeated, the Falcons are playing like Super Bowl contenders and the Atlanta Braves are in the playoffs. Oh, before I forget it, lets give a shout out for pumpkin pie, pumpkin muffins and roast turkey come Thanksgiving.
Now, if you will excuse me, I have to get outside and spread some 10/10/10 to feed the grass for its winter sleep.
David Wittenberg resides in Kathleen. Contact him at firstname.lastname@example.org.