Bipolar

A cool 50 at night, balmy 60 in the morning and then scorching 90 in the afternoon. September I think you're a little bipolar.

I'm ready for flip flops and sweaters, for the trees to change to their fiery colors and hear the crunch of the fallen leaves.

I want steamy bowls of soup with fresh homemade bread, buttery squash, and hot chocolate with whipped cream.

I want to bake again- gingerbread cake, banana bread, wheat rolls, zucchini muffins- fall foods that use all of the bounty of the harvest.

I'm tired of not knowing how to dress in the morning, for cold or hot or somewhere in between. Please make up your mind soon.