Saturday Afternoon Chat: How to make summer feel like autumn for those of us who are autumn people

I am not a summer person which I think I have shared many, many times on this blog.

I am an autumn person and not in skin tone or fashion sense.

I like autumn. I like cozy days with a soft blanket and a warm cup of tea and the leaves on the trees a mix of pretty colors.

Okay, I like green on the trees too so I do like that part of summer.

I hate, however, the heat of summer.

If it could be 68 to 70 degrees (F) all summer long, I would be overwhelmingly happy about that.

All these temps in the mid-80s to mid-90s. (Today’s high is going to be 87! Yuck!)

No. Thank. You.

I am so ready for fall and I know my friend Erin at Still Life, With Cracker Crumbs, is too because she is already planning for our comfy, cozy movie watching that we like to start in October. She and I have also been trading memes and reels talking about how in our minds we are already watching the leaves change colors and sipping tea while reading a good book under a blanket.

Today I thought I’d share how I am trying to hold on to the cozy feeling of autumn, even though it isn’t autumn.

First, I turn the air conditioner up as high as I can without my husband complaining about it. Our air conditioners are portable so they don’t work as well as window air conditioning units, but they do a fairly good job and if they aren’t taking the heat out of the air, I sit right in front of it and soak up the cold.

The funny thing is that Little Miss started doing this the first day we had the AC on. Then she grabbed a blanket and pronounced that it was officially autumn. She and I are way too much alike.

After we get it as cold as we can (mainly in the living room because the AC isn’t strong enough to also cool down our kitchen), we click on the candle warmer so it kicks out a apple cinnamon flavor that makes us think of fall.

Then I make a cup of tea or cocoa and choose something cozy to watch – maybe even old shows or YouTube videos from autumn.

I pretend it is not sweltering outside for as long as I can and, whenever possible, I stay inside – since being outside in high heat makes me feel sick anyhow.

All this being said, I do like a couple of aspects of summer, as long as it is cool enough for me to enjoy it.  I enjoy swimming with Little Miss and The Boy and watching fireworks.

I like to make s’mores, even though I only eat the chocolate.

I like fireflies, if I catch sight of them that is. I don’t see them like we used to anymore. I like that it is warm enough to go out and look up at the stars, which we can see at our house, thankfully. I love that our wild roses come out in summer, even though I can only enjoy them for a short time.

 I love that fresh fruit is more plentiful in summer (especially watermelon).

I think that’s just about all I love about summer.

I tried. *shrug*

This past week Little Miss and I didn’t swim as much as we could have. One day we waited too long and it had cooled off too much. Another day Dad was out of treatment for the pool and we are 40 minutes away from the closet store that would have it so the pool was a bit green.

He used Clorox before the Fourth so we did go swimming on that day.

I didn’t take any photographs this past week but hopefully I will next week since The Husband is off of work. As usual, we don’t have any big travel plans but we will be taking some day trips and we will be going out for our anniversary, which is Saturday.

Here are a few photos from earlier this summer and past summers instead.

How was your week last week? Let me know in the comments.

Autumn comes to Pennsylvania

I recently had a couple of my blog followers ask for some photos of the fall foliage in the northern states since their states aren’t lucky enough to have the leaves change colors. The colors aren’t very bright this year, or at least not yet, but I still took a drive up on the hill overlooking the small valley we live in to take some photographs for those who asked for them. I’ll try again as the season progresses and see if our leaves brighten up at all color wise, but I don’t think they’ll have time since they are falling off so quickly.

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Some books to read, a lake to visit. The Week in Review.

Last weekend our family finally made it to Seneca Lake in Watkins Glen after months of saying we were going to do so, but one thing or another delaying us. We made it just at the colors are starting to come out on the leaves on the tree, which meant there was no swimming for the children at Klute Park but there were pretty views to see, as usual. There was also good food to eat at the Stonecat Cafe, overlooking the lake on the hill in Hector, N.Y.

I had a grassfed burger (didn’t eat the bun), with melted smoked cheese and bacon to top and homemade fries on the side. My husband had roasted potatoes and french toast with peach preserves spread over the top. Our daughter was supposed to have scrambled eggs and roasted potatoes, but she ate more of my fries than anything else. Our son had fish fingers (fried catfish) and also ate a large helping of my fries. When I asked if the fish was good, he said: “It’s okay, but it’s not as good as grandpa’s fish.” My dad bakes haddock in the oven with butter and lemon pepper from time to time. It is quite good. It’s so good, though, that I won’t even try it at home so I don’t hear the same type of comments.

Down at the lake, we walked to the end of an area of land that protrudes out and is covered with large boulders to take some photos and I ended up running into a man who was fishing, visiting the area from Bethlehem, Pa. He may, or may not, have been a little drunk and rambled on and on about his various travels and places he likes to visit and fish. I feel bad saying it but I was glad to finally pull away from him and head back with my family because his slightly tippy chattiness was making me nervous. Before I left him I did recommend another area of land along the lake near the pier and marina that might be better for fishing. He seemed to take me up on the offer as I watched him leave later, with his fishing gear in hand.

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IMG_0471IMG_6547IMG_6539After lunch and the visit to the lake, we headed to an apple orchard, where we intended to pick apples. I don’t know if it was the weather, the big meal, the slightly chilled breeze, or the relaxing view of the lake, but none of us were interested in walking among the trees to pick apples so we took the easy way out and bought some apples, pears, peach jam and seven homemade donuts at the orchard store instead. We also bought the children a caramel apple, since I think my son has had one in his entire 13 years and my daughter has never had one.

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My son said this was the Donald Trump caramel apple.

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When we got home there was a delivery from Christianbook on our porch and it was a stack of books I’d ordered during a “slightly imperfect” sale they’d had the week before. It was so fun to pull them all out and then pile them all around me and look through them while we watched The African Queen for our family movie night. Being able to hug so many books at one time was a very weird, thrilling feeling for me. I may need therapy. Among the books I bought were a couple of devotionals for children, a book of essays on writing by C.S. Lewis, a collection of essays by AW Tozer, two Christian fiction novels, a couple of children’s books for my youngest, and some educational books for her as well.

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I’ve been reading books slowly lately but managed to finally finish The Runaway Pastor’s Wife by Diane Moody and start another book by her, Memphis & Me. I started another Cat Who book, but this particular book in the series was written in the first person and I could tell by the first few paragraphs I wasn’t going to like it, not because I don’t like first-person stories (Memphis & Me is written in the first person and I’m loving it) but because Braun usually writes in third person and this threw me off. I don’t enjoy when an author changes the point of view in the middle of a series, even though it’s their prerogative to do so. As a writer, I’ve also learned I’m not a huge fan of writing in first-person, even though my first novel is in the first-person and I’m continuing the sequel in the same tense. What I like about third-person is being able to switch from the perspective of different characters throughout the book. With first-person everything has to be seen through the eyes of the main character, which can make it more challenging in some ways, but that challenge can also make writing it more fun.

Books I am planning to finish or start this week:

  • The Hobbit (I swear, I will finish this book!)
  • Of Windmills and War by Diane Moody
  • Murder at Cherry Hills by Paige Sleuth
  • Memphis & Me by Diane Moody

Ramblings from the blog for the last couple of weeks included:

So, how about you? What have you been up to? What good (or even bad) books are you reading? Share with me in the comments!
This post is part of the Sunday Salon. Check out more weekly posts (centered mainly around books that bloggers are reading) at Readerbuzz’s blog.

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