Is It Here Yet?

     We are so hooked up with social media, that whatever they say, we believe.
     Someone wrote that on this very day, it is the first day of Fall.
     Not at my house.
     It is ninety degrees outside, the yardman is here and my heart is happy! Someone is off center, on this one.
    Leaves are green, blooms still hanging, and I think I felt a flea!! ( I think that could be that I watched Grey Gardens AGAIN and am now reading the book, AGAIN!) ( I am itching all over!!) ( those crazy Edie 1 and Edie 2) or ( Big E and Little E) ( I would have loved talking, visiting with them) ( but the fleas, I cant do!!)
    I think all bugs and snakes die in the winter, so I don't think we are there yet.
    Fall is a beautiful few months in the south. In Atlanta we can drive to the mountains, to see the changes in a few weeks.
    I love the smells of fall, especially the in season apples, and pumpkin smeared on anything that moves!!
  
    It is the melancholy, that tip toes in, that I have to beat back with my broom!!

   Today is delightful, but my throat feels funny. I am hyper sensitive to change, and for sure they say it is here!
   Who are these people, that know everything?
    They can be wrong, I think my senses are a better indicator of autumnal happenings.
    Autumn, any period of maturity or of beginning decline, now that is Webster speaking. Just the two words of maturity and decline, are not words of glee.
    Each year, my feelings remain, pretty constant about this subject.
    The dead horse shall not be beat today.
    You tell me it is here, OK.
    I welcome you Autumn, be brief and kind.
    I will sing your praises for today.
    Now let me go talk to the yard man, and thank him for taking care of my family. Mr. Hernandez will tell me, " NO fall today!Mrs. Baron!" and that is why I love him!!