Summer’s over? Really?
You’ll have to excuse my confusion. For one thing, I’m still having trouble keeping track of the time, which is annoying not only to me but also to everyone around me, I’m sure. Also, it’s still hot outside. Darn hot. Darn makeup-melting-off-of-your-face-after-two-minutes in the sun hot. Granted, it’s only in the low seventies rather than eighty degrees when I wake up before the sun even comes up, but that’s not cuttin’ it. The leaves are falling, the sun is going down earlier–it should be cold enough for a light sweater, for Pete’s sake! Maybe even just at night, or before breakfast? No?
And that’s the part of early Autumn in these parts that I could do without: the big tease. So yes, I’m feeling a bit humbuggy about the whole Fall thing right now. Maybe as it gets closer to Thanksgiving; that’s usually when the weather begins to cooperate. Oh, but believe me, I can’t wait. I’m really looking forward to craving hot tea first thing in the morning, and needing to put a pair of warm slippers between my feet and the cold tile floor, and busting out the crock-pot for a nice big pot of soup. How I do love a good soup.
But not yet. Nope. Gotta sit here in limbo awhile, although I have to believe that a nice pumpkin muffin would help ease the long transition. It certainly couldn’t hurt.