At some point, summer ended here in Maine.
Technically, it’s still summer, but it sure doesn’t feel it anymore.
We are losing sunlight, and I seem to be in my pajamas earlier and earlier each night.
Much to my husband’s dismay, I’m using extra blankets and shutting the windows before I go to bed. But, I’m coooold!
It’s getting harder and harder to dress in the morning. Do I wear pants or shorts? Can I get away with flip flops? Must. Wear. Layers.
School has started, and I’m always asking if my children are warm enough when they leave in shorts and t-shirts. (For the record, they always are.)
The calendar is filled with work-related conferences and workshops, instead of trips to the beach or camping getaways. (Mainers plan all the good work-related functions in September and May to avoid winter, summer, days when everyone’s playing hooky and those in-between times when you just don’t know what the weather will do.)
I’m thinking about sweaters, apple picking and fall flowers.
There are actually leaves on the ground and in my gardens that need to be cleared out.
We’re hurrying to finish (and start, for that matter) house projects before it gets too cold and snowy to do anything. (And before I lose my CPA husband to another tax season.)
Seasonal places – like our favorite Brunswick ice cream stand, Cote’s – are closing.
The tourists are leaving the state.
Ahhhhh Fall. Summer was great. But I think I’m ready for you.
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