It’s August.  Which somehow catches me by surprise every year.

And yes, I know we will still have lots of hot days.  But it’s also now just barely possible to remember that cooler nights are coming.  That there may be a time, in the not too distant future, where I am chilly and want a jacket.  So perhaps it’s no surprise that this is what I found myself grabbing as I sorted through the scraps bin.

Because I have a plan.  And I will admit up front that it is the most pumpkin spice flavored, disgustingly cute, pile of absolute nonsense plan a person ever had.  And I am not at all sorry.  Not even a little.