from The Matriarch

the electric bill and the temperature in my room by 3pm tell me that it's the dog days. i'm longing for the first signs of fall. . .admittedly very easy to miss here in the south country, but there are a few for those of us who look closely. the lawn is struggling, the crape myrtles are past their peak blooming season, and the school supplies are picked over at target. perhaps a night dipping into the high 60's isn't far behind, and light sweaters after that. i can get pretty excited just thinking about it. . .