I know that according to the calendar, it’s already fall. But sense when did the great state of Tennessee pay any attention to calendars or seasons? It does what it wants to when it wants to. I can attest that we have all four seasons in one week sometimes.

But I’m ready for real, honest to goodness fall. I want flannel weather with my spooky season. I want all things pumpkin spice, apple cider, and bonfire. I want for there to be just a nip in the air in the mornings and for me not to break into a sweat in the afternoons for merely going outside.

I mean I’m not complaining about the less hot temperatures and the very low humidity. It’s better than over 90 degrees with all the steamy humidity.

But still I want fall. That weather, that particular scent that only comes in autumn, can conjure up a million memories from yore. I can suddenly remember the faces of those who are no longer here. Plus, there are the Pumpkin-shaped Reese’s.