When September starts approaching I find myself wanting to wear pencil skirts and black turtlenecks and black tights and walk down the street carrying a pumpkin while dreaming of the smell of bouquets of freshly sharpened pencils.
Of course the "Cranberries" are playing somewhere in the background and all the leaves are turning brilliant colors as I quickly walk down the street to my own little shop.
Maybe I should change my name to Kathleen Kelly and call the shop "Goldenrod Around the Corner"