Of course, we still have plenty more hot and humid days ahead, but July and August are behind us and that makes me and this lovely pumpkin lady happy!
It means that soon we'll be putting out mums and pansies. I've already been planning where I'm going to put mine. And last night I even started getting the area ready.
I'm thinking about my scarecrow. I've even got his spot picked out. Now all I'll have to do is get him made. I'll go to Goodwill and get some cheap clothes. This year Jeff's going to build me a frame for my scarecrow. Every other year, I have to spend a few minutes each day standing the poor soul back up. Speaking of scarecrows, this is a picture of two amazing ones that Jason's cousin made for a hoe-down shower. Aren't they adorable?
The first day of the bers means that my birthday is in six weeks. I'll be 45. Wow, that's old. Some days I feel it. Some days I feel younger than ever.
I love the sweet smell of apple cinnamon in the fall. I can't wait to start burning a few of those scented candles. I don't burn them any other time, except in the bers. I just can't enjoy apple cinnamon in July. Doesn't work for me.
Even though I love summertime and I'll always be a summertime kinda gal, I believe that fall is my favorite season. May and June are great in Georgia. July and August are torture. We get four months of the bers. And that's a good thing.
College football starts tomorrow night.
Yet another great thing about the bers. College football Saturdays make me deliriously happy.
The only bad thing about the bers is that after they're gone, the dreary arys follow.
What does the first day of the bers mean to you? What are you looking forward to?
Till next time, have a great first day of September.