Let’s make this clear: Summer rules the calendar. The ability to seamlessly slide between indoors & outdoors without additional protective gear being donned instantly seems to enlarge the world. Balmy summer air is a whole-body caress. Food comes right out of the ground. The whole world seems to be on your side.
The only consolation around summer’s inevitable end is that at least we get Fall. Fall’s consolation prizes:
- Boots!
- Jackets! I just love jackets.
- The return of Soup Night! I have a very nice revolving repertoire of soups that make weeknight suppers easy.
- Baking!
- Oatmeal!
- The dazzling and surreal display of Vermont foliage – we get a balm for the eyes in exchange for giving up our balm of summer air
I mean, if we had to dive directly from summer to winter? Thank you, Fall.
But first. I got five more days of summer to go, bucko. Make it count.
Tytania 