It's officially "that time of year"

When I become bitter and depressed. The beginning of the end of summer. Autumn is my favorite season and I will miss it again. It's not something I can get used to. I need the coolness, the smell. I need the county fair and Yankee Peddler. I try to mimic it in my own home, but even seasonal decorations don't help. It's hard to pretend when it's still broiling outside. It's even harder to get up north now that little J is in real school. I swear if I have to spend the rest of my life in Florida I may wither and die...........