Every year about this time I have a bad case of Green Monsters. Every blog post, magazine article, etc. is pointing to fall, the changing colors, the sweaters, the throws and cozily sipping hot tea while reading a fabulous book . . . the loveliest of images and ambiance. I can almost smell the crisp air . . .
But not quite.
You know you live in the desert
and are dying for fall
when even though it's a perfect temperature inside,
you put the ceiling fans on 'high'
so you can be chilly
and spend the morning in a wrap,
light a fall-ish scented candle
even if only for a few brief hours,
that it's not going to be
one. hundred. and. four. degrees. today.