Two weeks ago I was cursing the humidity; oppressed by the ever singing cicadas and joyfully buying furry boots in anticipation of the glorious snows to come
But this week summer seems to be making a premature departure here in the Northeast US, and I feel slightly cheated. Surely there should be at least two more weeks before my house is full of crispy leaves and I risk being brained by an acorn just taking out the trash
So I wondered if a West Coast LA sunset, complete with sun-kissed palms, might conjure us up a few more weeks, maybe even an Indian Summer. pretty please?