October is more than half way out the door and this morning I realized that the summer was so busy we never made it not even once to a Farmer's Market like we had hoped. Every weekend had something going on. Crazy.
I feel gypped out of summer. Usually by this time I have my fall decorations out. I have very few to display (maybe five things), but I refuse to get them out of the box.
Every time I walk by pumpkins, squash and winter-type produce, I want to growl.
I want summer fruits and veggies. I want the beach. I want the sun. I want relaxation.
I've said it before and I'll say it again. I'm not letting go of Summer until Mother Nature knocks me down and pries it from my fingers.