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.