I don't know if anyone told you, but summer is over. The only thing that softens the sting of her departure is the knowledge that fall is the replacement season. Schools have started and stores are cranking out warm colored sweaters and corduroys. Every year you trick me. I wake up and put on a orange cardigan, expecting to step outside and be hit by crisp air...or at least a cool breeze...but instead I am swallowed up by humidity. Somehow you always manage to pull out the hottest days and give your cousin July a run for its money.
When properly translated, September actually means "the month before October." True story. If I was in control of the weather, October temperatures would begin September 1 and run thru Thanksgiving. Winter would last from the day after Thanksgiving to New Years Day, and Spring would begin promptly on January 2. February 1 at the latest. Nobody asked me though. I'm sure it's one of those things where God knows a lot more than I do, but I don't want to hear that logic right now.
During September in Virginia, autumn is a state of mind. I'm going wake up dreaming of cool weather, wear inappropriately warm clothes, and rejoice over every tree that is starting to lose it's green hue. Feel free to surprise us September! Otherwise, don't be offended by our persistent longing for October.
Fall is coming friends!