Fall will arrive at my house.....if I can clear my schedule.....

But, for now....the remnants of summer will remain. My days are long, my evenings are short, my weekends are packed. There's no time to welcome a new season on to my front door step, in my hallways or on my mantel. Let's just say I'm extending the season. I can't seem to extend my days beyond 24 hours so perhaps it's my subconscious trying to rebel. I'm not really sure. All I know is that the days may be cooler here in my little suburban hamlet and the local swimming pool may have chained it's doors but in Judiland it's July. Uncle Sam is still sitting on my porch ledge waving his flag. Yes, he's being stubborn...he won't retreat to make room for Mr. Scarecrow.

Decorating for the seasons is my thing. So, naturally, when this time of the year comes--it's time to rid the indoors and the outdoors of it's patriotic dressings and dig out the harvest hued trimmings. It's just what I do. But, the big question is--when will I do it? And, it makes me wonder--where did I find the time to do it last year or the year before? Given my chosen line of work....this time of the year is always overwhelming and hectic. And, in my regular life--no matter what time of the year--I'm always over committed and over scheduled and basically in charge of keeping the world turning. Add that to a few new things like looking at colleges for Toni, my dear Uncle needing weekend care and things at the office changing significantly and really wanting to get rid of these next 20 pounds---it makes my head spin.

The pumpkins and the scarecrows will come out of hiding and find their way to my porch....but not today. And, probably not next week or the week after. This girl is hanging on to the hope that summer is not over....