Summer is for long lazy days at the pool and catching up on all 400
magazines you've let pile up over the year. You keep your air conditioner on sixty-two degrees and you watch all the crazy summer
shows way into the night, like True Blood or Breaking Bad and you sleep in the next day until nine or eleven... there are parties, lots of watermelon eating,
and an Uno or Apples to Apples game going at all times, if you can tear your middle schooler away from the latest Hunger Games copycat. Hopefully, there's the beach,inside jokes that make you snort, great margaritas and long dusky walks through the neighborhood.
But Fall will be arriving soon and although I'm years beyond heading to a Texas high school football
stadium on friday nights, I always think of the lights, the air, the bad for you nachos and the small town feel as you walk through the stands, the band plays the theme song to something we thought we'd never have to hear again, but somehow we love it and we feel even more at home.
Fall means
that first Winnie the pooh blustery day that usually comes sometime in late September and then you know,
you better get out the scarves, the boots, get the Cinnamon apple tea ready and switch over from iced coffee to the pumpkin spice latte.
That is the beauty of having art on your walls.
I want the smells, the air to jump off the image into the room, so when it's the dead of winter and everybody's got kleenex stuck up their nose, your running late for school and you have to go back to the house because somebody forgot their lunch, or backpack, or somebody's in the backseat pinching somebody. You just look over to the living room wall and you'll see.. fun will be here before you know it. It's coming back around. It always does..
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