Fall is in the air....sorta

Dear weather gods;

In two days, it will be October, harbringer of autumn. I love fall. Cooler temperatures, colorful leaves, donuts and cider, and of course, sweater weather. Unfortuately, while autumn arrives around most other temperate states around now (and even in other parts of Virginia) it is slow to come to Richmond. Although the temperatures are becoming cooler, the leaves are still green and the flowers are still blooming. By my earliest estimation, by mid-November I should be able to finally pack away the last of the summer sandals and t-shirts, and finish unpacking my sweaters and socks. By February, winter will be gone and spring will be rearing is ugly, pollen-laden head, and the wardrobe that was so carefully packed away will be retrieved, and again my sweaters will return to their nine-month Rubbermaid slumber.

Oh, weather gods, why do you torment me so? Have I not been faithful to you? Do I not dress appropriately for each of your seasons? Am I not a good follower of your rules? Do I wear white after Labor day? Does my wool traverse into summer? True, there was a time in my past when I thought it was "cool" to wear Teva's year-round, covering my freezing feet with thick socks in winter. I have learned from my past indiscretions, and I beseech you, dear weather gods--don't torment me so! Please send me a beautiful temperate moderately-cool temperatured autumn to enjoy, followed by a nice brisk winter, sans the ice storms you felt that I was deserving of last year. Am I asking too much, weather god, sir? I think not! Only you control the thermostat of the world. And with that, I bid you adieu

Your most loyal autumn fan,

Ruthie