Happy Labor Day if you're here in the U.S. But Labor day is not a good holiday, it beckons us on with the temptation of barbecues and sports and get togethers. It's been waving to us from the beginning of summer, smiling provocatively until we think, hey that doesn't look so bad, and so we move closer, closer and we can smell the hot dogs and hamburgers and we're like, yeah there's no sign of fall here! This looks like summer to me. So we step up, innocently enough, over the threshold and behind us the door to summer locks with a quiet click, and we don't realize that we can never step back into the land of summer for a full year! We are now trapped in the land of quickly changing days, nights that are eager to begin even if we're not, cool weather that at first soothes our sun burnt skin and parched tongues but suddenly drops to frigid temperatures where even putting on all our clothes is never warm enough. Welcome to a New England end of summer bash where prices are 50 percent off. Our only hope is the thought of the few summer days that will once again hurriedly pass us by in a year. Welcome fall!

Me.

P.S. fall happens to be one of my more favorite times of the year. Summer my least.