Here we are again.
It's the same every year......just as you're about to leave us.....I decide that maaaaaybe you are ok.
It's not that I don't like you, so I'm truly sorry to be rude upon your arrival.
It's just that I'm always enjoying summer so very much, and then YOU show up (uninvited) (and too early), and remind me that my summer fun is about to end.
I find it funny how everything changes so quickly once you are here, and I can't ignore you for long.
Windows are left open, breezes are felt.
And not hot, summer breezes.....but breezes that fly through the hot, still-summer air, with just a teesny little feel about them that's different....
...it's a feel of fall.
The garden is winding down. The tomato plants are heavy.
Bending over and reaching out to each other as if to say farewell.
I feel the need to bake.
Cookies. Cakes. Pies. I don't even like pie!
The evenings are cool. The mornings, cooler.
We wear our favorite hoodies....we love hoodies.
During the day, the sun shines. Bright. Hot.
But he's tired, and leaves us with long shadows, a bit quicker each day.
I sigh as I put away our swimsuits.
Kiss the freckles on their summery skin.
Thank our giant green tree for it's lovely cool shade all summer.
And I open a window......
....breathe....it smells like fall.
I see the colors changing on the mountain, and imagine the kids playing in the leaves that will soon be falling from our giant green (soon to be gold) tree.
And then we'll make donuts. And sip cocoa.
And wear our matching turtlenecks.....ok, just seeing if you're still paying attention.
So September.....I guess you're ok.
Just promise to tell October and November to be gentle on us summer lovers....ok?
me (aka, summer lover)