Whoever hurt Summer, come to the front immediately! Because right now she’s almost all packed up. Her bags — overspilling with flip-flops, beach days, and late sunsets — are at her feet, and fall (autumn) is already waiting, eager to be tagged in. Now, I know, especially here in Maryland, that a few of those 650-degree weeks were a little sizzling, shall we say, but it wasn’t all bad… right? I don’t hate the cooler temps wafting in — when you can actually be and sit outside without the frenzy of a thousand bugs or the need to take 15 showers to find relief from that sticky feeling. But damn,…
