Summer is officially over. I know I shouldn’t say that. I should talk about that glorious Indian Summer that’s sure to arrive the minute the trees are completely stripped bare and early morning walks involve jackets and scarves.
But summer is over.
It’s cold in the morning. It’s absolutely freezing in the morning. I loathe putting my feet down on the bare wood in my house before I run to the bathroom where, for some reason that I don’t want to explore, the floor is always toasty.
Pumpkin spice is everywhere. I don’t know how much of a thing this is outside of New England but here in the northeast when the first leaf of Autumn hits the ground everything becomes pumpkin flavored. Coffee. Bagels. Donuts. Bread. I saw a pumpkin spiced empanada the other day in a bodega case. If you like pumpkin I have found your people.
But now that summer is gone I miss it. I had so many things I wanted to do this summer. I wanted to go to the beach every weekend. I didn’t even go once. I wanted to put a bikini on and enjoy the sun of my tummy. Didn’t happen. I wanted to go the Big E. and the summer festival. Instead I packed and I moved.
Here are my pictures of summer.