Things turn

So, it’s the first day of September and Spring is upon us.  And I’m almost positive that the hayfever is kicking in already.  Stupid pollen.

Hang on - the first day of September?  The start of Spring?  How did that happen?  Last time I looked, it was about March and Summer was still hanging around, despite the polite coughs we kept hearing from Autumn.  How did it suddenly become September?  Why does the year fly by so damn quickly?

It’s not right.

I’m not ready to get hayfever.

Although I can’t really complain about the prospect of longer days and warmer weather.  Much as I love my scarves, I love it ever better when I don’t have to wear them any more.  But before we know it, Summer will have arrived and the television will be yelling at us about Christmas and how we should all be spending lots of money in this store or that store and I’ll be on holidays, really hoping that I’ll be able to go back to my job next year.

Bleh.

I really wish things would slow down sometimes.  Even though I start the working week on Monday, already dreaming of Thursday (when my working week ends), I still wish it didn’t come around so quickly.  It seems wrong.  I need more of a chance to grab hold of things as they happen and appreciate them and you can’t do that when the days are whizzing around your head like a mosquito on a piece of string.

Is it too much to ask for things to slow down a little?