Not Autumn Yet

Like most American women, I am a sucker for pumpkin anything

pumpkin muffins, pumpkin coffee, pumpkin cookies.  Basically anything baked and vaguely breakfasty should have a pumpkin variety.  I even made pumpkin dumplings one time with pumpkin puree from Trader Joe’s, which I hoard like a pumpkin-drunk Smaog.  The idea of ingesting delicious pumpkin or pulling out a cozy pumpkin colored sweater to curl up in has my heart singing and is almost good enough to give me goosebumps this time of year.  But I’ve got to tell you, sometimes the anticipation is greater than the actual action.

You see, right now we are having what everyone is hoping will be the last heat wave of our summer.  What’s that?  It’s still summer?  Oh yes.  In North Carolina the kids go back to school in August, and September is just a month that buffers sticky humid weather from what one hopes will be a chill and crisp October morning.  And technically, Autumn (or Fall as we say here) doesn't start for another three weeks, so we are still wearing tank tops, flip flops, and praying we can afford to run the AC for another month.  Now, I do work in retail, so I have already begun working on holiday plans. And I have created what I'm told is a killer pumpkin latte recipe. But I try to let the seasons change our direction naturally.  Which means recently I put my foot down and said no pumpkin during summer.

No pumpkin during summer.  Does that make me a horrible person?  I don’t think so.  As much as I pine for Autumn, I like to pretend the seasons are distinctly marked (they’re not.  It goes Hot, OMG I’m DYING HERE, Barely Sweater Weather, and Chance There's Ice On Your Car).  I’m an October baby, and so to mark the greatest month of the year I believe in holding off on anything cold weather-related until it arrives.  Just like the start of the Christmas season has started inching earlier and earlier into our calendars, so too has the start of pumpkin season.  Everyone has their theories.  I blame Starbucks.

Not that this is stopping me from working on this giant wooly sweater -- Bare Branches by the ever lovely Alana Dakos out of Lion Brand Fisherman's Wool.  My new goal is to have this done by the first day of fall even though I just know that it will be a million degrees and I’ll die from the heat.  Once September 23 hits I’ll be obsessed with pumpkin, all things burnt orange, and wearing sweaters too warm for the occasion.

But until then -- no pumpkin during summer.