Hang onto your Pollyanna antidote. This could be one of THOSE commentaries!

If you’re looking for lamentations about football, or scorn for Congress, or advice about immigration and voting laws or health care, or critiques related to Kansas University, the city or the county, pros and cons of free speech, punditry about sequesters and the full faith and credit of the United States — wait, or go back to previous issues of the Journal-World.

This is a celebration of Kansas at one of its finest times: The fall. It’s about the wonderful weekend weather that seemed to usher in the season after a sometimes curious and untimely summer that left August greener than at any time in recent memory.

It’s about temperatures that dipped into the 40s and surely prompted many to put an extra blanket on the bed or perhaps even to turn on the furnace and run the heater in the car.

It’s a paean to the fluffy white clouds that punctuated deep blue skies and winds that made native grasses, heading out in all their glory, wave and dance as if beckoning joyfully for us to join in.

Sidewalks, lawns and streets are getting a taste of the annual load of leaves that soon will be deposited — once those trees that are just now beginning to show their colors have blossomed into the gorgeous fullness of their annual reds, oranges, bronzes and yellows.

Already, here and there, a burning bush is teasing us with the beauty that is to come, and the sumac is dazzling in the sunlight.

While the Knock Out roses luxuriate in the cool temperatures and recent moisture, mums and other fall flowers push their way onto the landscape and vie for attention.

Lawns remain green but require watering — and mowing — less frequently.

It’s a marvelous time of year in Kansas. If only all those who have influence on the issues and frustrations of the day would similarly show themselves at their best, and we could shed the throes of life and numerous disputations at this turning of the season.