So Long, Finter!
Day three of #NaBloPoMo. Crazy from eyes open to wheels up. And down. And up. And down. Yes. Vacation bound!!
I'm thrilled to escape New England 'finter' for a few days. You know, the season people are sooooo excited about: pumpkin lattes, apple cider and, football, football, football! It used to run from October 1 through December 1 -- not on a seasonal calendar, mind you, but a mental one. You want to call it fall. But it's not. The manic weather gods have other plans and we seem to roller coaster between summer and winter with very little more than a pause in autumn. Maybe that's why people start shoving Halloween propaganda down our throats before Labor Day. For fear that no one will remember 'the great pumpkin' when it's shoved so tightly between the World Series and ski season.
Rest assured my pretties. I won't forget fall in New England. Not even when my toes are deep in the sand, and an icy cold drink is in my hand...when I'm pretending with every fiber of my being that it's still summer. I'm seeking it. Hard.