I know it's just a tease ... so I'm trying not to get too excited.
Those of you that read this column on a regular basis should know I am generally a pretty loving guy. In fact, you probably know I particularly love three things: my heavenly father; my family; and ... wait for it ... (drum roll please) ... autumn. (There are probably more -- and I apologize if I left someone or something out of my list).
Well ... Love may be too strong a word for how one feels about a particular season. But I do like the colorful sights, the earthy smells, the cool breezes, the falling leaves, and the crisp morning air that autumn brings.
That's why I'm having such a tough time with this latest cool snap. I mean -- 52 degree mornings in the middle of August ... in the middle of Missouri. Someone said the temps further down south at Shiloh and Star Gap were around 49 degrees when folks started stirring this morning.
How nice that must have been ... sitting on the long front porch sipping a cup of hot coffee and listening to the world wake up around you.
But I have a feeling it's just a cruel trick; some conspiracy to get those of us who "love" autumn to forget it's still summer.
Don't get me wrong, I'll take what I can get of this faux fall; and the longer the better. After all, once the high-schoolers hit the grid iron and the orchards start selling apples and the pumpkins have a little frost on them - autumn is just around the corner ... right?
Still, I can't help but think the other shoe is going to drop someday soon. The lovers of summer will be basking in the heat and sun and sweating the lingering days of August away.
And I'll be waiting for the leaves to turn.