It’s September. School’s started. The pools are closing.
Leaves lose their chlorophyll. Starbucks whips out the pumpkin spice syrup. The
weather gets cooler. All of those things are of varying degrees of importance,
and all of them signify that yeah, the lazy days of summer and excessive
air-conditioning are over. Pumpkin season is coming—and for many, it’s already
arrived.
But what a more depressing sign of the impending cold
seasons than to go blueberry picking and find that, alas, the pickin’s are sparser
than your aunt’s bikini, and yes I’m sorry for that simile but I just got back
from English class.
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