All the summer lovers might want to skip this one. This is your trigger alert: I’m ready for fall.

I don’t want fall tomorrow. That would be weird (and very unseasonal). But I do want fall to start on September 21. And I mean right on September 21. Not a day late, do you hear?

I’ve enjoyed my two-week trial subscription to summer, but I don’t think I’ll keep it, thank you very much. I’ve already sweated a gallon and it’s not even to the really hot part of summer. Plus, I think I’ve already been bitten and stung more than I like — and for me, once is enough.

There are so many things I love that come with fall. Two of my favorite holidays (plus Christmas, even though it’s technically in winter but might as well be fall since true winter doesn’t arrive in Tennessee until mid-January).

But I can live with summer. I figure all the hot sticky weather will help me learn to appreciate the cooler crisp temperatures of autumn more. Plus, I can wear a shirt all day without having to peel it off at the end of the day.

I am thankful God made four seasons. I’m trying to learn to love them all, though both winter and summer try my patience at times. I understand that each season plays a part in the cycle of life of birth and death, decay and renewal.

But fall also has pumpkin spice and flannel. Those are two of my favorites. So there’s that.