Yesterday I acquiesced and unhooked the summer wreath from the apartment's front door.
Opening a clean, white, plastic trash bag, out came the fall leaf wreath to take its place.
The only sign of summer ending so far is the temperature of the air.
It's cooler now (thank heavens.)
I still want summer flowers and sun-lit evenings, rides for ice cream, and looking for humming birds at the feeder.
All of those will end sooner than later.
We must be content with what we have, right?
It's foolhardiness to try and make seasons last when it's time for them to come to an end.
However, I'm still wearing a summer top today because temps will warm up by noon time.
WHAT IS YOUR ABSOLUTE FAVORITE SEASON?
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