
Every September, I step up onto my soapbox to report for my self-appointed duty β one part desperate, one part cantankerous β to remind us that summer isnβt over yet. I beg us to put away the decorative gourds and pumpkin spice for just a tiny bit longer. Itβs a slippery slope from βhooray, scarves!β and βlook at that perfect rainbow of a tree!β to a very long winter where I forget what warmth feels like on my skin and I am beseeching us not to wish it away. Or, I struggle with change? Hm, itβs hard to tell!
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