A few days ago summer died and autumn was born. I love the fall! I love the colors. I love the cooler weather. I love to wear thick sweaters. I love the color of the light in the fall. I love to drive through the canyon to collect the multi colored leaves.
At least that’s what I would love about fall if I didn’t live in Las freaking Vegas! On the first day of Fall we topped out at 100 degrees. A hundred mother lovin’ degrees! It’s almost October!! I rebelled. I pulled on my wool Irish sweater and drank a mug of hot cocoa. I ended up having hallucinations brought on by heat stroke.
I miss seeing leaves change color. I miss the snap in the air. I miss Fall. If you live in an area that actually gets to experience Fall, how about opening your home to a neurotic writer who sleeps too much, eats too much, never makes her bed, and spends at least an hour a day in the tub? Any takers?