|Mark and I do not hate September in these parts, because duh.|
But even though it is still technically summer, I have decided (since I am the decider of these things, obvs) that fall will start when Brad says it starts, because that sweet brother of mine has not had a real fall in seven years (yes, there are downsides to a life in the Caribbean). Which is both kind of sad and also kind of exciting for him, because fall is so so lovely, right? (Basking in the loveliness is why I have been digging in my heels at the pumpkin-pushers recently. Don't make me sick of the loveliness before the loveliness is even here!)
So whenever Brad says hey! fall! I will have that pumpkin spice latte now! then I won't look at the calendar or the weather, I will just smile and feel happy for him. Welcome back to a life of Carolina autumns, baby bro. They are exactly as wonderful as you remember.
(Marky and I will still be in the pool as many more weeks as we can stand it, though.)