Saturday, November 8, 2008
this picture I took last week is a remnant of the fall season that is passing so quickly. Just two days ago, as I walked to the post office in my shorts, tanktop and sandals, the 85 degree sunshine warmed my shoulders. A shiver went up my spine as I walked in the door to hear the woman in front of me tell the Postmaster "Merry Christmas" I thought I was in the twilight zone. Come on, the jack-o-lanterns on the porches have not slumped over into orange mush yet. The tress are still green, nothing is remotely yellow or orange. I still want to eat candy corn. Yet the stores are already playing annoying Christmas Carols and all I wanna do is listen to some Jimmy Buffett on a sandy beach. Call me grinchy, call me grumpy. But DON'T tell me Merry Christmas....YET!