I am officially calling it; summer is over. I know, I know the first official day of fall was September 23rd. On that day there was still some lingering warmth and dusty sunrays to trick the mind into thoughts of ice cream and flip-flops. But today is the day I removed the bottles of sunscreen from the entryway table where they sat, ever hopeful. I have purged the boys closets of shorts and sandals and replaced them with sweaters and fleece lined jeans. It is time to think cozy thoughts of woolen socks, flannel pajamas and crock pot stews followed by apple crisp and cider.
The embers of the first fire of the season are glowing in our fireplace and the smell of candles freshly blown out, still linger in the air.