letter

Dear Summer:

I don't know if you missed the interoffice memo regarding sharing, you know, those little messages passed from cloud to cloud on a lightning bolt, but it's time to give Fall a turn. I feel like you're kind of being a hog, taking up all these precious days that could otherwise be cool and crisp and full of hints of winter. I think that you need to stop being so selfish and let go. Sometimes you have to share, Summer.

I've got a closet full of long sleeves just begging to be released from the grips of their plastic hangers, and you are holding them back from reaching their full potential. How does that make you feel? It makes me feel glum and depressed and hot to boot. It's September. And even though you refuse to recognize that indeed, it's time for you to call it a day (or a season as it may be), the canyons have taken notice. Because look what we found:

That's right. Leaves. Lots of them. Changing colors. BECAUSE THEY LOVE FALL TOO.

I think you could learn to love Fall if you just gave it a chance. Plus, then you could take that much needed vacation. Trust me, we could use one too.

Signed,
Never Was A Fan and Now Totally Over You

Photos taken in Big and Little Cottonwood Canyons. We headed up Little first. Then someone little barfed all over. So we turned around and headed to the nearest washing machine. Jess headed up Big Cottonwood Canyon while we waited for things to wash and dry.

The car still smells like barf. If you were wondering.

And here you go Grandma. A photo of said projectile engineer the day before, since she ruined any photo ops the day we found fall.