Happy September! Isn’t it funny how the moment the calendar switches over to September, everyone starts getting all nostalgic about fall foliage and pumpkin spice lattes and using their ovens again and wearing sweaters and boots? And then we simultaneously mourn the end of summer as if we’re not going to have any fun again the rest of the year. I don’t really get “mourning” the end of summer as adults. As kids, sure, it made sense, because summer’s end meant the end of a three-month vacation and going back to school. But as adults, we work all year, and vacations can be taken any time of year, regardless of season. We worked in the summer! So who cares if summer is over? We may not be going to the beach, but isn’t it all the same? Fall is just as fun! What’s the difference, really, besides twenty degrees?
Happy fall
Happy fall
Happy fall
Happy September! Isn’t it funny how the moment the calendar switches over to September, everyone starts getting all nostalgic about fall foliage and pumpkin spice lattes and using their ovens again and wearing sweaters and boots? And then we simultaneously mourn the end of summer as if we’re not going to have any fun again the rest of the year. I don’t really get “mourning” the end of summer as adults. As kids, sure, it made sense, because summer’s end meant the end of a three-month vacation and going back to school. But as adults, we work all year, and vacations can be taken any time of year, regardless of season. We worked in the summer! So who cares if summer is over? We may not be going to the beach, but isn’t it all the same? Fall is just as fun! What’s the difference, really, besides twenty degrees?