You know summer's over when ...
• The mornings are quieter than they were just a few weeks ago (because the songbirds that haven't left town yet can't think of anything to sing about).
• You have this overwhelming desire to bake something. Anything. Preferably chocolate.
• They start making announcements at church again (time to sign up for soccer, religious ed. classes, pee-wee cheerleading ...)
• The dominant colors of the flowers along the side of the road are yellow and purple (the asters are attractive; the goldenrod, not so much).
• You start to see commentaries like this one written by people who grow winsome at the thought of summer slipping away.
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I can't figure out where summer went.
ReplyDeleteWhen my grandma was still around, she used to tell me that life gets faster as you get older - but it's only been the last few years that I've understood what she meant. Somewhere, she knows she was right ... as always.