There’s one good thing about Michigan: you get to experience every season.
There’s one bad thing about Michigan: you have to experience every season.
I would feel less bitter about months like February and March if I lived in them in say, Texas. But in Michigan, when Christmas is over and the winter winds blow more fiercely yet, I want to hole up in my house and stay there until it’s 85º.
You can probably tell me at this point what my favorite season is. But I’ll save you any remaining guesswork and just tell you: It’s summer. Blessed, glorious, too-short summer.
I’m already mourning it, even though I had my first pumpkin spice latte last Saturday and I have asked myself at least twice already in the past few weeks if it’s too early to wear boots. I love fall colors, fashion, and flavors.
But can we have them in the summer?
I’ll just play in the leaves.
I actually love this picture – and this happened before the official start of fall, so technically it was taken in the summer – but what I love even more is you can’t tell what happened afterward. So I GIFed it for you. You’re welcome.