I’ve realized that the number of weeks I spend in eager anticipation of the next season is exactly equal to the number of weeks left in that season when I become utterly disillusioned with it.
The last couple of days have been perfect here in the ole’ 919. Mid eightys, low humidity, blue skies, and a breeze. I’m enjoying days with my toes in the pool and the faint smell of coconut on my skin.
But you know what would be awesome?Sweaters. Mulled cider. Bonfires. Football games. Chilly rain. Orange and yellow leaves.
We’ve got a good 6-8 weeks left until we start seeing those changes around here so if any of my northerly friends notice it sooner and wouldn’t mind a house guest, drop me a line.