I don’t care that the official last day of summer is the 21st of September or that it is still hot as Hades here in Rome. For me, once the calendar flips from August to September, fall begins. The kids prepare for school, marking the start of my new year.
Two more sleeps and we will be back home after our summer-long European extravaganza. September 1st is a magical day and I finally feel the tug of home and garden.