Here in Virginia there is an old saying, “If you don’t like the weather, stick around for 24 hours.” Yesterday it was hot and humid in the upper 90’s like it has been for most of this horribly hot summer. There isn’t a hint of fall in the air.
Doesn’t it always seem that by the time a particular season is over one is eager for the next one to begin? When the umpteenth snowstorm has left another 19 inches on the ground, spring flowers beckon. After you’ve sneezed 600 times and rubbed your eyes so much you look like an old wino, you are ready for summer. Finally, while you are sweating like a pig just going 10 feet to the mailbox you realizes that yes, you are ready for fall. By the time December rolls around you are looking forward to that first flake.