Oh, Summer. I am so done with you. I’m hoping you’re just about done with me as well. But if the 110+ degrees are any indication, that doesn’t seem to be the case. How I long for the crisp, cool days of autumn. The joy of traipsing through the morning dew at early morning soccer games. The steam rising up out of that necessary day-beginning cup of coffee. The fresh laundry scent of the heavy comforter, recently removed from storage. The caramel and apple cinammon candles scenting up the home. Slow-cooker aromas – roasts, stews, soups. The plush coziness of the favorite sweatshirt and jammie pants. Carl’s RIP Challenge. *sigh*
Please, Mother Nature…please!!!!!!!
I can’t bear any more of the sweltering sun. The oppressive heat as a drive home from work in my air-conditionless car. (Damn you, extended warranty, for not covering the important things.) The searching for a wardrobe that isn’t only cool, but also camoflauges the sweat stains covering my body after traveling anywhere. The evenings of arriving home from yet another crazy day at work, and not having a single ounce of energy, only a desire to lie in front of the fan…and .. just…not…move.
Sure, Summer, we’ve had our fun. Lots of swimming. Some outdoor concerts. Our first family camping/fishing trip. The discovery of lots of great new authors & series. But you’ve overstayed your welcome. It’s time for us to part ways. On your way out, please hold open the door for Autumn, if you’d be so kind.