We have been blessed with a wonderful warm summer, the second warmest on record, with 40 days of summertime being over 80 degrees. In the Pacific Northwest, that is a big deal.
I'm not one of those people who complained that it was too hot. I love the heat. I love all the windows open at night, the hum of box fans bringing in fresh air, the need for meals that do not require cooking and the music of the ice cream truck cruising the neighborhood.
I look at Fall with trepidation. I like it once I'm in it, but I tend to cling to the last few days of summer with all my strength, wearing sandals and leaving jackets at home.
Then the first day of fall hit, and it hit hard. It was like a switch was flipped off and the sun went away; gray skies came and brought so much rain. Everything is wet, the puddles in the driveway are turning into lakes and the gardening I need to do, the tucking in of the beds for the winter will be hampered by my lack of desire to go outside in this chilly mess.
And of course, the snails are out in force. There is nowhere to turn without almost stepping on these little critters. All over the steps, all over the porch, all over the flowers I was going to cut back.
Ah, fall. Thanks for quitting summer quickly!
This post inspired by prompt #1 at Mama's Losin' It!