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Inconceivably, the calendar says that we are halfway through September.

How did that even remotely happen?

We wait all year for this month — this newness — to begin. The start of school, the start of football, the start of fall. It’s so much more fun than the dark, depressing, winter new year we get in January. But then, bam, it’s halfway gone.

The wonder of fall is its crispness. Not hot like summer or cold like winter, but crisp. Beautiful sunshine, light winds and crisp.

We do not want summer one day and winter that night. We do not.

Yet, often, that’s what we, the population of the 307, are given.

No, we like tweeds without perspiring and suits without freezing. Real clothes, not capris and T-shirts, but actual clothes.

Fall. That magical, golden autumn season.

Yes to pumpkin spice everything.

Yes to no more bugs — flies, mosquitoes and gnats included.

Yes to new television shows and the return of favorites we can actually find on the cable system.

Yes to football — Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday and Monday.

Yes to no TV one night a week. (The Rockies may mess this up, but I really try). Yes to a great novel and hot beverage to sip on that night.

We don’t want to wish away any more time than we already have. I believe in saving money to buy Christmas presents, because surely December will come, but I don’t believe in Christmas in September.

I believe in fall in September and October. As you may know by now, fall to me is gold and brown and orange and yellow — not Halloween, but fall. And when Halloween is forced upon me the last week of October, it will be cute and adorable, not dark and scary.

Yes, I decorate for fall. Always have, always will. Wreaths and sunflowers and pumpkins not carved into jack-o-lanterns. In mid-October, some things join these. Nov. 1, the cute jack-o-lanterns are replaced with pilgrims and turkeys.

So fall is all enduring. Many of the decorations can be used for three months. Gradually, the more fall-like stuff is replaced by more harvesty things that are more relevant to Thanksgiving.

The crock pot is used frequently, and hot cider with a little cinnamon something added in makes the house smell incredible and tastes delicious. Big meals can be prepared without worrying about heating up the house.

High school football is just across the street, and we love to attend.

At least once, I’ll drive up the mountain to look at the yellow. There’s a fine line between green and yellow and fallen leaves. It’s all a matter of timing and luck.

Fall gets no respect. Let’s work on that, shall we? I pledge to do my part.

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Community News Editor

Sally Ann Shurmur arrived at the Star-Tribune to cover sports two weeks after graduating from the University of Wyoming and now serves as community news editor. She was raised in Laramie and is a passionate fan of Cowboys football, food and family.

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