August Arrival

Dwell on the beauty of life and live in the season we are in.

It Is Still Summer Until September 22nd at 8:43 am. I historically do a good job of tuning out the back-to-school noise when it kicks up in the middle of the summer we just started. I realize we are creeping closer to school and now I have a child entering the school system but the point is bigger. I can ignore shelves stocked for Halloween right after the kids go back in September. I can control my emotions if Christmas décor spits game just after we box up the scary costumes and toss the mums.

The churn of seasonal consumerism is a thief to in the moment living. Life moves forward at a rapid enough pace. Let’s embrace the season, while we slowly untie the knot over capitalistic marketing endcaps at Target. If the candy corns on display are grinding your grits, you do you. I am casually strolling by them. Bye!

Who challenges the entrance to Target but is getting all the fall feels. The fall feels I swear I caught a glimpse of it.

Kindly take your Autumnal cooing and your pumpkin plaid striped latte Pinterest board right back to the beach where it is 80 degrees. Buckle on your $395 dollar jellies, lather on your Dune Bod Guard, collect some crustaceans with your kids, get super salty in the ocean. Strap on your glitter rhinestones at low tide and caress the waves. Go get your summer. She’s still there.

There is a microscopic chill in the air, there is a whiff of apple orchard photo shoots, a cozy fall vibes perfectly curated collage coming at you. You need this sweater for fall. You do not need a new sweater right now. On August 5th. Do not buy a new sweater until you pull out last seasons sweater collection from the cedar chest and see that you actually have twenty-seven excellent sweaters because you wore them twice.

Perhaps that hint of coolness in the air is not fall, perhaps it is a Cool Summer Breeze. You can fall feel me up and link your favorite best ever coziest will sell out flannel shirt and clunky suede boots and drink all the gooey spice lattes you want on September 22nd.

Permission to speak about winter, snow, and skiing if you are excited for ski season in August. A peak loving, beach bumming bunch stokes a late summer in Vermont bonfire and mountain bikes down trails that will eventually be covered in snow. We are decidedly not the ones to lash out when it becomes freezing cold and wintry, even when late March, early April snowstorms blast into our New England Spring.

There is no wishing away fiery summer to get to fall. There is no rushing fall to get to winter. There is no getting mad at winter in early spring. Worship the sun and pray to a snow god, not a pinterest board.

LOVE YOU GUYS.