Sometimes when seasons change, my husband and I have a conversation that goes something like this:
“It’s finally autumn!” I’ll say.
“No, it isn’t,” says Drew.
“Um…it’s the middle of September.”
“Exactly. It’s the end of summer. Autumn doesn’t officially begin until the 23rd this year.”
“But it’s September!”
“Yes, but not fall. Not quite yet.”
“Everything tastes like pumpkin spice! Look at that dead left on the ground! Plus, I’m wearing a sweater!”
“Nope, still not autumn.”
Apparently we have two different definitions of what each season means and how it arrives. 😉
When do you think the seasons officially change? Is it autumn yet according to you?
And why does everything taste like pumpkin spice?