August feels like a hinge in the year. Swing backwards and summer is there, swing forward and fall is waiting. I’m in the swing forward camp. I’m never sorry to the see summer end, although I’ll miss the peaches. I’m ready for sweaters and socks and new suede shoes.
Stephanie Madewell
There is nothing better than early fall, when there is enough summer sun left to warm the day and make the day colorful.
Thoughts?