it will be september in 24 hours

i will wear sweaters, i will kiss the cool grass, i will take off my gloves until my fingers are numb, i will smile knowing i can soon hide behind snow banks and snow balls and snow drifts and snow fall. you cannot beat the feeling of the first snow with a stick. oh the joy of sitting outside until my nose turns red and runs marathon after marathon until i find a kleenex

i want to crochet you all scarves to keep you toasty with my love in the winter

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