that’s what it is.
I usually enjoy summer for about a month, when the heat is still fresh and new and I almost enjoy the feeling of being slow cooked in the crockpot that is the outdoors. In the beginning the possibilities still seem endless and I haven’t fallen short of my lofty expectations yet.
This a picture (by Kelli) of me a couple falls ago picking apples. Actually, the same day as my very out-dated avatar picture that I refuse to ever change.
I have a lot of feelings about autumn.