The Case for Falling Back

I know this is somewhat controversial, but I always enjoy the time falling back at the beginning of November.  Mostly I hear lots of complaints about it, but here are my reasons...  maybe it will help you enjoy it, too?

  • Last week, we didn't see the sun begin to peek over the Eastern horizon until we were almost at work & school, and now the sky is already changing color when we wake up.  It makes the start of the day feel much less sleepy, and I get to enjoy those winter sunrises while looking out the window with a coffee in hand.
  • The time change usually works in our favor at this time of year in regards to kids and sleep schedules.  After unsuccessfully trying to remedy a summer of staying up much too late, they are suddenly ready to go to bed on time and wake up more easily in the mornings.
  • The dark evenings give permission to rest.  I enjoy moving and doing and getting stuff done, but by this time of year I am usually pretty tired.  When it gets dark at suppertime, the chores are done early, and the evening stretches out cozily in front of us.
  • Small house projects start to get done.  Managing both inside and outside the home all summer gets to be a lot.  Usually, we keep the house running by doing the bare minimum while focusing on the garden, yard, and animals.  Winter evenings are a time to organize closets, touch up paint, and maybe even do a deep cleaning or two.
I know that all the darkness can be draining and when spring rolls around I will be more than ready for it, but, for now, it's good to take a pause, get out the tea kettle, and challenge someone to a game of cribbage.

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