Go Time!
IT’S LIKELY peak summer as you’re reading this, and unless you live in the Far North, you’ve probably not yet had a break in the hot weather. Daytime temperatures are still flirting with triple digits, and the nights are hot and muggy. The green of spring has turned to brown, and there’s no rain in the forecast. Face it: The dog days of summer suck. However, autumn has a way of sneaking up on us. Maybe the locusts, more accurately known as cicadas, are buzzing their familiar song, predicting, as Grandma always said, first frost is just six weeks away. Then there’s always that one August morning that just feels like fall. I’ve always thought you could smell it, too, a little whiff of something that gets you thinking about that…