Mourning the Last Day of Summer

Okay, enough is enough.  I don't think I've seen the sun for more than 30 minutes in over a week.  That may be okay for some people, but not for me.  I am cloudy-day challenged and must have at least four hours of sunlight each day in order to survive.  Well, maybe not to survive, but at least to be civil to those I come in contact with daily.  This is not a new phenomenon.  I have always been this way.  Just ask my husband.. 

Some people's moods are definitely effected by the amount of sunlight, or lack thereof, they receive each day. Unfortunately, I am one of those people, and today is the last day of summer. Yes, I realize we have had a record year of over 90 degree temperature days in our city.  We can definitely use the rain and cooler weather, but please permit me to whine a bit, okay?

I know autumn will be beautiful, and I'll love it.  But it's raining, and I can't envision it yet!  I will feel better when I pull all of the fall decorations down from the attic.  We have not even reached the first day of autumn, and I am already dreading winter and dreaming of spring.  How's that for wishing your life away?     

An old friend once told me she considered February suicide month.  She didn't mean it literally, but I understand her reasoning.  February is our worst winter month...cold, dreary, depressing, and usually there isn't any snow to make it worth enduring.  Thankfully in the South, when we get past February it is smooth sailing.

Now March, March is a beautiful month.  It's like an adrenalin shot to the senses.  The sun rises earlier and sets later.  Along with the longer days, the temperatures warm up enough to shed the coats, sweatshirts, and sweaters of winter.  Bradford pears, tulips, daffodils, and forsythia blossoms herald spring, soon followed by snow white dogwood and purple redbud blooms.  All of nature comes alive as God dips His paintbrush into the vivid hues of yellow, pink, lavender, green, and white.     

But until then, I need chocolate.  Chocolate is usually my drug of choice for curing a bad mood.  After scouring the cupboards, there's not one chocolate cookie, Debbie Cake, or Hershey's Kiss in the house.  There are two boxes of brownies, but only one egg.  What will happen if I use only one egg?  Flat brownies?  I could live with that.  Okay, not a good idea.  Maybe I could make a third of a batch.  I know, brownie drop cookies!  Excellent idea.

Okay, I think I'll flip on every light in the house, and turn on some happy music (really loud).  I'll pull the fall decorations box from the attic, and bake some one egg, brownie cookies.  Afterwards, I'll eat brownie cookies, check the extended weather forecast, take a nap, and dream of spring.  Sounds like a plan.


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