Wednesday, August 22, 2012


I don't care how August you are. If the night air smells of molasses cookies and a kindergartener just had his first day of school, then, my friend, you're Fall. Nail in the coffin was that split pomegranate on the curb this evening. File that under "seasonally appropriate." Autumn starts now.

1 comment:

  1. you are so funny, talking to the season with that voice of authority. Really funny. And I love to be reminded of the markers, fruits, and so on.

    Wow - kindergarten. A sigh.