I am very honored to participate alongside some very talented ladies for a monthly collective titled Seasons. Each post brings forth a new opportunity to show what the passing months feel like to us.
September brings promise to me because I pretty much hate Summer. I can hang on through these final 90 degree days because I know that soon I will be able to go outside and not have to worry about things like heatstroke, broken ACs and chicken-goo viruses. It means the sun tea will not taste as deliciously strong, but the yard will not have to be mowed after two days.
When you are done here, please continue on in the spirit of the season by visiting Beth Urban's post!