Every year after Labor Day, it's the same old story around here.
The temperature is always one hundred and something and I'm decorating for fall.
Eve, my hutch, put her
"Vacation in the Hamptons" scrapbook away (finally).
and has taken herself to some midwestern farm town,
where fall is in the air.
Inside, the leaves are changing
the "fall" cookies have been baked,
(pumpkin chocolate chip)
and the next thing you'll know,
it will be October.
I'll be busting out the spooky stuff
I've been spray painting outside,
while sweating profusely, I might add.
100 degree temps.,
you know what I'd like to do to them?
Happy (delusional) Fall