Well, it is OCTOBER. The calendar tells me that it's fall, but the thermometer tells me that it's still summer. It's still 90+ degrees outside every day. I will love the warm weather when there are blizzards back in Michigan, but right now I kind of miss fall.
This feeling of nostalgia is especially poignant when I see the pathetic "pumpkin patches" in Las Vegas. When I think of going to a pumpkin patch, I imagine a beautiful orchard full of apple trees, a hayride taking visitors on tours of trees in every color, corn mazes, cider mills, doughnuts, and - oh yeah - pumpkins. This does not exist in the desert. We don't have apple trees or corn fields, and there aren't farms so there really isn't any reason for hay or hayrides.
Instead, a few parking lots around town have been blocked off and labeled "pumpkin patches." There are hundreds of pumpkins sitting in a parking lot, and they're probably rotten because they sit out in the sun all day and aren't even attached to their vines. It's quite sad, but it's the only place to get pumpkins so people buy them. And schools take FIELD TRIPS to the "pumpkin patch," which is about the funniest thing I have ever heard of. "Come on, kids! Let's go to this patch of asphalt so you can choose a pumpkin that has been imported from hundreds of miles away! Hopefully it doesn't smell like mold when you cut it open!"
I want some apple cider. This is the longest summer EVER. I think it might just feel like summer for the next three years. But then, I guess there are worse things that could happen.
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