I’ve always been a huge fan of summer. . . mainly, for the long warm days. But the last few years have only allowed for a few short weeks of true summer weather, so I guess warmer days is more accurate!
The cold nights and early sunsets have already begun and still I try to hang on tightly to the memory of summer. The flowers and every green plant that brightens the prairie ground. Summer sports. Camping.
I hesitate for it all to end.
Fall. For us, it’s really just another word for winter. An almost winter. Snow. Cold. Wind.
And I’m okay with that. Once it’s painfully evident that the warm, it has departed.
But for now, even though warm fall colors are starting to make an appearance around the house. . .
my heart is hanging onto summer.