The past week has been spent wishing for colored leaves, pumpkin breads, knit layers and all things related to glorious fall. But now that September has come to replace the sweet season of summer, I'm holding on desperately to August like a child clings to their mother's skirts on the first day of kindergarten. I don't want to let go yet.
I don't want to let go of the late night reading and the peaches for breakfast. I am reluctant to part with the flowers in the garden, the meals spent outdoors and the many laughs shared. I hate to say good-bye to the long daylight hours, going barefoot and baking whenever I please. But I know that I must. I will raise my hand in farewell to the summer that has been so, so very good to me. I am grateful for everything that this summer has brought, and I can't deny the exciting things that fall will have to offer. Before I retreat to the cozy warmth of autumn, I'll share these last few summer frames that I hold so dearly.