It isn’t fall.
I don’t care if the calendar says September. I don’t care if the stores all have their Halloween junk out. I don’t care if social protocal says it’s no longer okay to wear white.
It’s 90 @#$% degrees out, and that means it is still summer.
Sigh. I know I’m not the only Texan out there who is trying to put on a brave face and act like we don’t mind that everyone else is getting to wear long sleaves. You’re out there, on the brink of crispy, cozy, snuggly, and we’re here sweating ourselves senseless. I love Texas, but I could do without September.
How does it go? “God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change…”
Hogwash. I’m going to complain until my tired skin gets some 80 degree weather!
I’ve been watching very closely for signs of an approaching autumn. Who knows? We’ve had such odd weather this year, maybe we’ll actually have a balmy September.
Nod your head and go with me here, okay?
If you look closely, really really closely, and you watch the habits of three rather squirrel-like boys, you might even think that yes, perhaps fall will come.
They are gathering.
Of course, we had to have a place for all those interesting bits of autumnal goodness. So we thought maybe a big glass vase. Maybe some branches should go in there too, for good measure. We have no fall color of our own yet though, so we made some up, with bits of tissue paper, and a glue stick. We are not above forcing the issue.
So, really, there is a bit of fall here, even if it’s only one little corner.
That’s where you’ll find me, curled up with a book wondering if maybe tomorrow will be the morning, the one where the air feels just a smidge different, and I can know that a new season is truly on it’s way.