The past couple of days have been chilly and rainy. The summer nights feel more and more like early autumn nights. And I couldn’t be happier. I love the fall season. In Ohio, the seasons last for about the blink of an eye, except for winter of course, which lasts into eternity and then a little bit more. I try to fully enjoy each part of the year and all the good things each one brings. I complain about complainers who – all in one year – hate the cold, hate the heat, hate the rain, hate the snow, hate the sun, hate Santa Claus. Each season brings something unique, and I think, beautiful. I am trying to hold onto the rest of summer as best as I can. It’s hard not to anticipate the fall though. It is my absolute most favorite season of all.

Strange though, this will be the first fall since I was five years old that I will not be returning to school. Where’s my heart? Has anyone seen it at the BOTTOM OF THE ATLANTIC OCEAN? Sinking very fast. Do you think it’s too early to enroll Poppy in preschool so I can buy HER fresh No. 2 pencils and smooth, lined notebook paper?