I'm not ready for summer to be over. I didn't get enough time to wiggle my toes in the sand, didn't get to relax by the lake in Casco, and didn't get to enough cookouts. I'm not ready for sweaters, boots, and scarves. My toes still want to feel the air.
But . . .
I am craving fondue, hearty stews, and cozy dinner parties. I want to walk in the woods and crunch leaves and twigs beneath my feet. I want to cuddle in front of a fireplace. I smiled at the brisk air when I stepped out of the door this morning.