On this, the last day of summer, I find myself in much the same mood I usually am on Sundays….dreading going back to work tomorrow. 

It’s been a mild summer.  I don’t think the thermometer ever reached triple digits as far as the weather goes.  I judge the weather by a give-away offered by a local radio station….free ice cream when the temp reaches 98 degrees.  I think they only gave away ice cream twice this year.

Despite today officially being the last day of the season, it’s already felt like autumn for a few weeks now.  The nights are colder.  We’ve turned down the air conditioning and put a heavier blanket on the bed.  I’ve noticed my plants and flowers have started to cringe and yellow.  And I’m already thinking about my long sleeved attire, sweatshirts, and hoodies.

J and I perused the Halloween decor at Garden Ridge today, passing up the Xmas decorations that were already front and center.

Autumn is my favorite time of year, and a time when I feel like I still need to accomplish something before the year’s end.  Whether it be a painting or a short story or a book (reading or writing one). Money is tighter.  Work starts to slack off after the busy back-to-school season (we have inventory next month). And I’m constantly reminded of how quickly time is fleeting.

It took so long, all year long, to get here….and the fall colors never seem to last as long.  Mother nature will be dressed in white before we know it.