As I sit here sipping my second cup of coffee with pumpkin spice creamer I feel a little sad
I started to blog yesterday about my memories of summertime - I had trouble logging in so I didn't blog
What a difference a day makes
Yesterday I was going to lament about my sweet thoughts of peach picking with my grandmother
Trips to a trailer park to retrieve a lady's things- as she was moving in with us for a time-- good and bad recollections of that but always a shining memory of my child person
Climbing into the tiny house trailer-- sitting on the small hard sofa-- thinking how great it was and wondering why anyone would choose to leave such an enchanting place
But today the pumpkin spice is reminding me of the brevity of each season
And scolding me how I have hated summer in the past and rushed it away before it's time
A little ache is in my throat as summer seems to be waving goodbye
