All of a sudden--a good three weeks early, at least--fall has arrived. Not full-on, end-of-October fall, but a solid mid-September.
Summer could still come back. And, if we're in jackets in August, I can't think about January.
But I'm really trying not to think of that at all. Because, whatever this season is, it's too glorious to waste by borrowing trouble.
We spent the whole morning at the park with friends nibbling on breakfast, sipping coffee, and soaking it all in. Tossing a frisbee. Letting the boys run amok in puddles. Watching Little Miss crawl and roll around on a blanket in the sunshine.
Such a gift, these early fall days. I could live through a thousand of them and it would never get old.