I’ve been fighting it tooth and nail. All of this pumpkin/cinnamon/apple-flavored, crisp weather, isn’t-fall-nice talk around here lately. I’m not ready to let go of summer. Alex asked me the other day when we were going back to the beach again and I almost burst into tears because the answer is: not for another year. SOB! Then today it rained and the temperature dropped and the weather forecast says that this weekend it’s going to be in the 40s overnight. So I stopped at Starbucks and bought a pumpkin spice latte. When I got home, I baked an apple pie. My house smells like cinnamon and I have the urge to go buy a mum. Fine, fall. You win. AGAIN. I will accept you, but I’ll never love you as much as summer.