Dear mother nature...

Sometimes I hate September.  While the rest of the US gets ready for cooler temps, dusting off their fall jackets and watching the leaves turn colors, Texas has another month of brutal summer temps.  And September, to me, kind of likes to rub it in my face.

The stores bring out their fall clothes, autumn wreaths start popping up on doors, and you even start to see Halloween costumes on display.  It makes me want to whip out my vanilla cookie candles and fire up the stove to make pot roast and chili.  But September in Austin, it is still too dang hot for that kind of talk.  And for that reason, I find that I get into a kind of funk during September.  It is this weird limbo between summer and fall.  Every day I wake up and watch to see if this will be the day that a glorious cold snap will come and let me celebrate fall properly with the rest of the nation.

Last September, our glorious cold snap came the evening that my water broke.  Little B was on the way.  Cold snap, water breaking... related?  Heck yeh.  So while I was huffing and puffing, pushing a baby out, everyone else was dancing in the streets drinking their pumpkin spice lattes.  Okay, that might be a little dramatic.  People probably weren't dancing... but they were happy and they were drinking pumpkin spice latte while wearing their really great, fancy brown fall boots.  What I am trying to say is that I feel like I missed out in all the fall fun.  And for the rest of the fall, I was heads down, completely absorbed with a new baby.  A meteor could have hit the earth and I probably would not have known.

I know what you are thinking... "C'mon Colleen, you had a bright, shiny new baby."  You are right, absolutely right.  I would not trade Little B for a cold front or anything else for that matter.  But all I am saying is that I have been waiting a while to enjoy my favorite season of the year.

And I so ready for it.  I am ready to put a pumpkin on my porch without worry that it might cook while sitting out there.  I am ready to drink pumpkin spice lattes without breaking a sweat.  And I am ready to be able to take Little B to the park in the middle of the day without fear that she might have a heat stroke.  I am so ready.

So Mother Nature... pretty, pretty please.  Can you send a cold front my way a little sooner that usual?  I have been a very good girl this year.  And I will make you the best pumpkin bread you ever did taste as an offering, if you just do this one little thing.

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