Heart, Home, Humor
If you are like me, you have been waiting impatiently, flipping the calendar, staring at the thermometer, wondering when or if it would ever happen.
Then without any fanfare or hullabaloo, it eased in like a guest late to a funeral.
We finally got what we wanted here in the south … a break from the ninety-degree heat. Relief from the hottest summer ever recorded in the Northern Hemisphere according to the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration. And with a name that long, they cannot be wrong.
Last week with the temperatures diving into the low seventies and hovering during the days in the eighties, we all heaved a sigh.
Yes, Virginia, there is a fall.
Summer would be vanquished. Fall would prevail.
I watched with skepticism as the leaves, a few at first, started their downward spiral, but before I knew it, there were enough to form an honest to goodness pile!
Hurray!! I thought as I swished my feet through them, loving the feel of the crunch under my flip flops.
Fall, wonderful fall, was making an appearance.
With its delightful colors and cool, crisp mornings, we can wear those sweaters stored on the top shelf at least until noon. And maybe, just maybe, now we can enjoy those hot, steamy pumpkin spice lattes without breaking out into a full body sweat.
It’s here, people.
Fall has arrived in the south.
And all I can say is better late than never.
Bonita Y. McCoy
"Then our mouths were filled with laughter; our tongues sang for joy. Then it was said among the nations, 'The Lord has done great things for them.'" Psalm 126: 2.