Okay, people, can we talk? I’m here, in my little corner of beautiful Western North Carolina, clinging to the last glorious threads of summer like a fly on sticky paper. I’m talking lemonade on the porch, and maybe just one more swim before it gets too nippy. My internal summer clock is still ticking loudly.
But apparently, the rest of the world, or at least my immediate surroundings, have skipped ahead a few months. I ventured out for some sunscreen yesterday, and BAM! It was like I’d walked into a time warp. Suddenly, aisles were overflowing with plaid scarves and those little cinnamon pinecones that smell suspiciously like they were manufactured in July. Fall sales? Already? Seriously? It’s still flip-flop weather!
And yard decor, I swear, half the houses I passed had inflatable pumpkins lounging next to their still-blooming petunia, I even saw a “Happy Fall Y’all” banner flapping in the gentle August breeze. Y’all, it’s still technically summer! We haven’t even had a proper Labor Day cookout yet!…