The "F" Word

I can't believe it.  I left for California and it was a blazing hot summer here in WI... and a week later when I returned it was as if I had crossed some kind of international seasonal date-line.  Fall is upon us.  I'm not yet ready to use the "f"-word.  I want just a few more days of roaring hot sunshine, and cicadas buzzing in the trees.  Yes, I've taken a peek to see what Martha may have in store for us in October... but I'm not ready to give up my flip flops for socks just yet.  You can tell it is here... lurking nearby - the evening air has a heavy smell of moisture in it... and the night air has a chill that was always a signal that summer was coming to an end; and school and homework would replace nightly games of kick the can.  I plan to enjoy every drop of summer that's left in the bottle... but will be making notes for my fall decorating plans to keep my spirits up.