It's September already? Well, yes...this ain't no summer cold, that's for sure. It was a chilly sweater weekend and I spent most of it inside trying to control my snot production. I did go out to check on the fall garden--I secretly love the look of the browning, crispy stems and leaves scattered around. It's a sad sight but I am a person that can really stew in sadness. I used to make my mom sing me "500 Miles" by Peter, Paul and Mary every single night even though it made me sob. She didn't want to sing it but I relished the way it made me feel. A masochist at 7 years old.
