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Ya’ll need to stop trying to take away my last couple of weeks of summer happiness. You do this to me every year. Summer ends SEPTEMBER 22, not September 1, not the first day of school, not Labor Day, not during the year’s first college football game!

And…I intend to savor every last minute of it. I will wear sundresses and flip flops, I will go to the beach, I will spend happy hours outside drinking frozen drinks, I will keep my 1980s era tan going.  So don’t you dare talk about it being FALL until AFTER the 22nd!


And while we’re at it:

Winter starts December 21, not Thanksgiving weekend.

Spring starts March 20, not on Easter.

Summer starts June 22, not Memorial Day.

Here’s some stuff you can quote to make you sound wicked smart:

The official starts of the seasons are astrologically marked by solstices and equinoxes.

Solstice is when the sun reaches the peak of its northern and southern decline. The shortest day of the year marks the winter solstice. The summer solstice is the longest day of the year

Equinoxes are the days when the sun crosses the celestial equator, making day and night the exact same time. The vernal equinox occurs is the start of spring. The autumnal equinox marks the start of fall.


Put away the pumpkin spice, the candy corn, the wool sweaters, the closed toe shoes with socks and stop trying to steal my joy. It’ll be cold soon enough and you’ll all be pining for these balmy days of summer bliss.

Let’s make a stand! Let’s make back the September weeks of summer!