When you live in North Carolina, you have a hard time with seasons....you normally only have "hot as blazes summa," and "just warm enough to sleet winta." I think the nostalgia with Fall is that we really never have it...so we are always fantasizing about what it would be like to go walking around gazing at brightly colored leaves with our cute new wool sweater, all the while sipping a Pumpkin Spice Latte. A much more realistic scene is bare trees (all those leaves either fell off in the hurricane, or the tree is dead because we haven't had a pinch of rain), in 80 degree humidity, with sweat beading on your upper lip while you drink a hot mocha, instead of iced.....I'm sure you get the picture.
So, I was pleasantly surprised to see that my man Greg Fisher has forecasted a day next week where we will only be (wait for it...) 74...if we even make it out of the 60's! For all you heat seekers, sorry..but I am ecstatic. I love warm weather, but enough already. I want to get dressed for work and not look like I ran a mile outside by the time I get there.
Labor Day means football and fall are approaching. In preparation, I earnestly wore all my seersucker and linen this week because, like any true southern girl, those go in the attic next Tuesday. Happy Fall, yall!