Mother nature pulls the shade down early and I feel the gloom settle in my bones

I am a summer kind of gal give me the warmth of the sun and bright blue skies

When others complain of the sizzling summer heat, I soak it up and feel a smile creep up

Your crazy they say and yes, I think maybe I am but I will take crazy any day

Don’t think I don’t appreciate the colors of fall because I do I do love the turning of the leaves

The vineyard alive with color and I know the grapes are ripe and wine comes soon.

I dig a fire in the fireplace while my Lucy snuggles in the crook of my knees a book in my hand

I love to read.

But something in my brain doesn’t work the way it should, and the darkness of the coming winter sends me barreling towards depression

Hiding inside I pull the covers over my head and think maybe today I will get out of bed