There is no crisp, cool air here in Cincinnati. Every day feels like another summer scorcher where we should be packing up the pool gear and lathering on sunscreen instead of packing lunches and signing homework sheets. It has been over 90 degrees every day the past few weeks. The only rain that has fallen since we moved here two months ago has been so brief, I can barely remember our last storm. The grass is an ugly yellowish brown and a cloud of dust would rise every time the soccer ball bounced on the field last Saturday. The sweaters are still in storage and the idea of eating soup makes me start sweating. I never would guess it was late September, but the calendar reminds me that it truly is officially fall.
The only taste of autumn we've had was when one of the trees in the backyard suddenly turned a bright orange and yellow. It glowed brilliantly for a few days then promptly dropped its lovely leaves. We took that opportunity for a little fall fun one late afternoon. It was wonderful despite the heat and Zach loved his first experience with a pile of leaves.
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