I’m typically in FFW mode (full fall warfare) by this point during the month of September. My arsenal of spices, apples, nuts and squash would have made their way into the kitchen by now.
Not this year.
Truth be told, fall becomes official in a little more than a week and my latency of embracing the pending season has me a tad surprised. September marks the advent of the holiday season in my house: the month ushers in a birthday, followed by an anniversary and then another birthday—all before the Pilgrims gather to feast. Not to worry, I’ll garner plenty of glee in time for these family celebrations.
But I wonder: has the heat index of summer got a grip on me? How much longer will I linger under this spell?
Don’t get me wrong Summer. I love how you bring warmth, arch the sun high overhead and lengthen the day. You coax seedlings from the soil, encourage flowering and work closely with chlorophyll to keep the planet green. Oh how a warm summer breeze gives extra lift to a misty ocean spray cast from the crash of waves on the seashore. The only things brighter than your days are the smiles of children as they frolic and giggle under a water wiggle. And I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention how much more crisp and cold a beer seems to taste against your peak daytime temperature.
So please summer, let the dog days lie down, pull up stakes and reserve your feverish Fahrenheit. 2014 will be here soon enough and so too will your opportunities to shine with blazing glory.
Despite the long hot days, the summer of 2013 has been good. I spent some quality time with my children and tackled a housing goal. The season enabled our garden to flourish giving us a bounty of habanero chilies. Yes, these orange-colored, date-sized grenades pack a wallop, but I implore you to try this recipe. The surprising flavor is…devilishly magical!