Here in Denver, it's been cool enough in the mornings to require a jacket. Yesterday it never got above 70. My husband is planning an apple picking excursion. Catalogs with cute Halloween costumes keep arriving in my mailbox. The pool is closed. But I'm not ready.
I don't really want summer to be over with. It just didn't seem long enough. It went by too fast. It had too few trips to the pool. Too few (umm, like 0) weekend getaways, hikes, evenings dining on our patio … and now it's practically over. I know summer doesn't officially end until the 22nd, but all signs point to fall. And I'm bummed.
I'm sure my mood will pick up when I start making all of the excellent soups and casseroles in our repertoire and my fave TV is back on the air. And I guess I will enjoy the cooler weather … until the snow arrives. And I guess I should probably think about getting rid of this flipflops theme.
Heh heh yeah I guess we're all in that mindset. When you get a chance(HAH HAH) can you please email those crockpot recipes
Thanks!
I'm actually waiting for fall to arrive here. It's supposed to be 90 here today, and I'm sick of sweltering. Want to swap houses?
The transition from summer to fall is always hard for me! I love love love Fall, but it still makes me sad to say goodbye to Summer!