i feel the same way here in chicago. everytime i take the dog out and stomp over the dead leaves, i think: “gah! these should not be here anymore! now i should be stomping on snow!” and it’s not even thanksgiving yet.
also, i’ve stepped in dog poo that’s been hiding out in said dead leaves twice already this fall. i am ready for fall to be over, and for winter with it’s nice, white, very-descernable-from-brown-poo snow to begin!
i feel the same way here in chicago. everytime i take the dog out and stomp over the dead leaves, i think: “gah! these should not be here anymore! now i should be stomping on snow!” and it’s not even thanksgiving yet.
also, i’ve stepped in dog poo that’s been hiding out in said dead leaves twice already this fall. i am ready for fall to be over, and for winter with it’s nice, white, very-descernable-from-brown-poo snow to begin!