Friday, September 4, 2009
Nothing Gold Can Stay
I loves me some summer. I truly do. If I had my way, Mother Nature would ensure all sunshine, all day, every day. But it's September 4 and let's face it, folks, we can no longer fool ourselves it's still summer. Well, unless "we" live in southern Florida or Louisiana. Or Texas. But that just ain't right. I loves me some four seasons as well because how would we know what it is we truly love unless it goes away and leaves us on occasion? And, besides, it's awfully tough to wear cashmere in July.
My surest indications that summer is waving its goodbyes is that my dear friend Wicked goes back to wiping snot off her pants instead of beach sand. That the smell of green chile supplants the smell of forest fires in the air. And that for two weeks each September, I begin to count down the days to the New Mexico State Fair.
Seven days, Party People. Seven days.
What is it you like best about fall?