The windows are open and the air conditioning has retreated to memory… The first comfy sweater has been rescued from its box, experiencing the first leaves crunching under the puppy’s paw.
The puppy has her first 6 am shiver… and those beady little eyes look up at me with wonder, “mom, where did the heat go?”
I also plead with summer not to go.. I not a pumpkin spice girl… (if you know what I mean)
Life is good to me with the sun shining down, 80 degrees and the lake at my feet.
Perfection is a summer cheese party, especially when Uncle brings his store’s selection.
Preparing rotisserie chicken on the grill, because four at once is normal you know..
And savoring those garden tomatoes… do not get me started on grocery store posers..
So Fall, be kind. How about you just ease us into it? I could use another 90 degree September day.