Few More Geese Are Gone, Few More Leaves Turning Red

Oh HEY it’s September, huh? How did THAT happen? I still have a tan to work on. I’ve hardly even been to the beach. But we’ve flipped the calendar and the air is changing and the pumpkin spice lattes are out at the ‘Bucks–I may have even had one before work yesterday. It tasted like fall. And also sugar. 

I love this time of year, when it’s finally cool enough to bake and wear cardigans and drink (lots of) hot coffee in the morning without wanting to die. Target is full of lunchboxes and school supplies, and even though I won’t be sitting in a classroom myself–a fact that always makes me ache a little–I’ve got a whole lot of learning to do. My reading list is a mile long. I’m going to teach myself to purl if it kills me. And then there is the writing.

Oh, child, the writing. 

Meanwhile, there’s still a scrap of summer to be had  here in Eastern Massachusetts. Tonight Tom and I are chasing it out to the Mendon Drive In for a picnic dinner and the new Quentin Tarentino. I’m gonna bring a blanket, and sit on the hood of the car.