Not to be overly dramatic or anything, but I think I might be dying a slow and agonizing death.
From heat stroke.
I have the opposite of cabin fever, I think, thanks to the weeks upon weeks of triple digit temps.
I’ve never been a summer lover, to tell you the truth. I don’t like to be hot and loathe sweating. I’d much rather wear boots than flip flops, and please the spiced apple cider.
My body’s natural reaction, therefore, is to go into straight up denial that it is August and not October.
D has noticed the subtleties. As I continue to drag my newly unboxed treasures from the basement into our living spaces, accents of cinnamon and burnished orange follow me.
D: “Aim? I think it’s still summer time…”
Me, lovingly placing my cinnamon spiced pinecones with their maroon and gold ribbons into a wooden bowl: “Not for me, it’s not.”
D: “Got it.”
Gone are the Island Breeze Scentsy cubes. Our house smells of Creamy Caramel now. It is never, ever too early to welcome fall.
Just ask my fall Pinterest board.
Truly, I could live in an eternal autumn.
Swoon with me now….
Who’s with me? Are you sad to see summer go? Or do you welcome fall as I do?