For Chuck, the first wearing of the sweater heralds a season that metaphorically represents the decline toward death. I respectfully point out that while this is a traditional way to view the seasons in some parts of the world, I consider it a facile exercise in metaphor.
It helps that autumn is my favorite season, but I view the passing of the dog days in a more favorable light. Let me count the ways.
Not as much sweating during hikes. Easier to adjust clothing for comfort with multi-layering.
Mosquitoes and ticks days are numbered, taking EEE, West Nile Virus and Lyme disease with them.
Halloween is on the way. Creepy movies tend to hit the theaters.
Harvest time for a number of excellent vegetables. That often means people with gardens willing to give you cucumbers, tomatoes, squash, sweet corn… Yesterday Ryan and Sara presented me with two big bags of vegetables. (Thanks, guys!)
Apples. Don’t make me explain it.
New England Fall Foliage. World renowned.
Fewer leaves on the trees means a stronger GPS signal in the woods.
Cooler in the house means firing up the oven is a good thing, instead of a struggle against air conditioning.
Curling up with a book or a game in front of the fireplace (especially appreciated at our house where a poorly-planned heating system can leave some rooms very cold.)
Who doesn’t like Thanksgiving?
Turning the AC off means opening the windows again and letting the fresh air in without letting the humid air in.
Speaking of humid air, the drop in humidity improves your quality of life in a number of ways. Mold is less of a problem. Your books feel less mushy, and the pages don’t curl up.
For people who like it, football. That ain’t me, but whatever.
Driving to the Cape is suddenly much easier.
The grass in the yard stops growing. That means I stop mowing.
Clearer night sky, very often.
There are more. Anyone want to post any of their own reasons that waving goodbye to summer is not such a bad thing?