WHAT SEASON IS IT?
“What a wonderful summer,” said the bright red tomato growing on the tomato vine.
“It is not summer any more. It’s October.It’s autumn,” said the yellow leaf on the oak tree above.
“Nonsense; of course it’ summer,” said the white roses blooming profusely in the garden. 
“No,” said the migrating Canadian Geese flying above, “Can’t you see that it’s time to leave?” It’s fall.
“You think you’re so smart,” say the koi fish swimming lazily in the pond. We swim to the bottom of the pond and don’t eat from fall to spring. “We’re still being fed, and loving every morsel. It’s summer.”
“Did you see the new stores opening for the month of October that sell only Halloween costumes? That means it is surely fall,” said the dog returning from his walk in town.
“The humans are still slathering me on their bodies,” says the tube of sunscreen cream. So it must be summer.”
The television set joins the debate with,”I’m showing football games again, just as I have been doing every fall.”
“Tell us, human, who is right?”
“You’re all right, in a strange way. The calendar says it’s fall, but the temperatures scream out, summer.
Any day now we could be shocked back into our down jackets and gloves. But for now let’s all enjoy this gift from Mother Nature: summer weather in October.”
Excitement was running high in my hair salon the Wednesday before Halloween.
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