Waiting For Fall

August is when I start thinking about all things fall. Orange, brown, sweaters, cordoroy, pumpkins, crunchy leaves underfoot, you get the idea. I think since I have been a kid that fall was my absolutely favorite time of the year. Things have not changed

It is so hot here and the humidity is so high that I am longing for a breath of cool air. Each evening when I let EllieMae out and in the early morning hours when I do the same I expect to feel like maybe it is coming. But no cigar! August is for people who love the beach and sun and wearing bathing suits (Ugh) I would rather curl up in a soft warm throw by the fireside. What's wrong with me?

I know it is coming. I know the pumpkins are still growing and the cider is fermenting and somewhere there is a chill in the air. I just live in the wrong place right now. So I will fix another glass of lemonade, turn the AC down and take a cool shower and wait.