Summer officially started in the Pak n Save parking lot. As I was pushing Ryder in the shopping cart a warm breeze came, I closed my eyes for a second and inhaled 33 years worth of summer memories. Barefeet wading in streams, fireflies in jars, diving boards, snow cones, camping, 'smores, fireworks, beach waves, otter pops, flip flops, lake days, sunburns, late nights, family reunions, watermelon...all those memories flashed before my eyes and I swear I could hear "Gettin' jiggy with it" playing faintly in the background. Fall started in pretty much the same way. We were driving home from dance, the sun was out but the air was crisp. Some kids were riding their scooters on the sidewalk as leaves fell down around them and in that moment I swear I could smell the cable knit sweaters and taste the BYU football. Fall is officially here. Soup with bread bowls is on the menu almost weekly. The nip in the early morning air makes me sink deeper under the covers. I feel a sudden urge to go buy a new Jansport backpack and school supplies. I am craving anything pumpkin and yearning for the holidays. Even though I'm much more in the mood to carve pumpkins than dye Easter eggs, I still love experiencing the change of seasons. Summer was less than cordial to us and I'm not quite ready to start hibernating, but I can't be too mad at fall because it's doing exactly what it's supposed to be doing. It's been 9 years since I've experienced a proper fall and I'm giddy to watch the city transform. I have a feeling it's about to get pretty amazing up in here.
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