Each September, I step up onto my soapbox to report for my self-appointed obligation — one half determined, one half cantankerous — to remind us that summer time isn’t over but. I urge us to place away the ornamental gourds and pumpkin spice for only a tiny bit longer. It’s a slippery slope from “hooray, scarves!” and “have a look at that good rainbow of a tree!” to a really lengthy winter the place I overlook what heat looks like on my pores and skin and I’m beseeching us to not want it away. Or, I battle with change? Hm, it’s laborious to inform!
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