Liz LuscombComment

Dear Summer,  I am over you.  I'm not understanding why you have such a hard time letting go of Texas.  Just let it go, please.  Summer, you are a clever, wise guy.  You slowly began slipping away into breezy, cool days, with a promise by the weather man that you were leaving by mid-week.  Only, you didn't leave.  You came back with nearly a week full of 90 degree days ahead.  What a cruel thing to do.

Dear Fall, Where are you?  I miss you.  I'm waiting very impatiently for you to arrive with your chilly mornings, and cool afternoons.  I am ready to wrap myself in cozy sweaters, pick pumpkins, and drink hot chocolate.  Please, hurry up.