Just as the robin portends Spring, a freshly packed order of handwarmers on its way to The Flying Pig must mean Autumn is due. I'm not quite ready to think about wool yet though it has been cool the last few nights ... ehh, I'm sure I'll come around. This has been the most Summery Summer I can remember - when I put on socks once last week I felt oddly compressed and strange, like maybe it was time to pack lunch in a brown paper bag and go wait for a schoolbus.
