It's Not Just Me

that feels like it should still be august. for some reason, maybe it's me getting old (a running theme in this blog, yes i know), but in my mind, the last two months slipped away like sand and now we're faced with the leaves actually and really turning colors and falling off the trees.

personally, without sounding like a complete nutball here, i feel like the trees are being absolutely disobedient. we haven't had a cold day of weather yet (thank goodness!), so there's no freaking reason that the trees and their leaves should be doing what they are doing. never you mind that it's the first week of october. never mind that it's nature and nature is on its own schedule. i don't care. i'm just not ready. not ready for wind chill. the bare trees. the brown grass. the gray skies. the general ickiness that is winter.

and here's another thing--if it's in the 70s, by god, i am going to wear shorts, t-shirts, and my croc flip-flops (love them!) to breakfast. however, based on the stares we got yesterday at our fav breakfast spot, you would think i was an alien from mars. which seemed odd to me because all those jokers were bundled up like it was cold and it was close to 70 degrees. what a bunch of super freaks.

the hardest part for me is that i can't stop time. i can't put the brakes on the seasons changing. but damn if i wish i could order those trees to slow down.