Mother Nature has thrown us a few bones; we have earlier sunsets, chillier mornings, and wilting cornflowers. It's a change, but it certainly isn't fall. It's sumall. Or falmer, whichever you choose. I'm going with Sumall because summer comes before fall and my simple mind can't ignore this logic.
From inside my house, Sumall looks perfect. The temperatures average in the mid-70s, the sun shines, and we get a nice, gentle amount of rain. The grass is still emerald green and the kids are still riding bikes in the middle of the day. Sounds pleasant, right? It is, until you go outside, and seven thousand mosquitos land on you in a matter of seconds, and you're sweating under a scorching sun one minute, shivering under gray clouds the next, and you head to the farmer's market and they still don't have local apples because the harvest hasn't happened yet, and you realize all those pretty thoughts of pumpkins and foiliage are just that....thoughts. I'm talking to you, Pinterest. Stop pushing your amazing Halloween and fall ideas in my face.
There are a few good things about Sumall, though. The kids head back to school in a week or two. My kid is going into second grade, so she still gets really pumped about the first day of school. Picking out a pencil case generates about as much excitement as if I were sending her into Disneyland on the back of a diamond-encrusted elephant. Don't even get me started on Lisa Frank. Of all the things I could potentially pass down to my kids, I never guessed it'd be the sheer, pee-yourself joy of receiving a shiny, new Markie the Galloping Unicorn folder. Winning.
We braved a Sumall walk tonight after dinner. I slathered the girls up in some
Touché, Sumall. You may be buggy, but what you lack in comfort, you make up in beauty.
HAPPY SUMALL, ALL!
