It's summer. I live in the south. As much as I love pumpkin everything, Halloween, cornucopias, and other glorious displays of autumn splendor, and as anxious as I am to trade my maxi dresses, t-shirts, shorts, mini skirts, and flat sandals for cool boots and cozy sweaters in colors of the fall foliage, I am still sporting something similar to this on any given weekend:


Because it's summer (still) and if I wore cool boots and cozy sweaters, I'd melt into a sweat puddle faster than Frosty in the greenhouse. Fall is coming. It's not here yet. However, pumpkin beer is. And there may be a six pack or two in my fridge right now.