When the Hunter’s Moon approaches… When the flowers begin to wilt with chill… When the coffee shops begin unveiling new and exciting lattes… That’s how I’ll know it’s the one week of the year it’s seasonally appropriate for me to wear my Sensible Fall Jacket.
I’ll claw my way to the back of my closet, past my Sensible Winter Snow Pants, my Sensible Spring Linen, and my Sensible Summer Hawaiian Shirt—for it is not yet their time. No, I am there to dress for the most elusive weather of all—uninterrupted high forties.
“Is it my week?” my Sensible Fall Jacket will ask. “Has it finally come?” “It has, old friend,” I’ll say. “What would you like to do with your one wild and precious week of Actual Fall?”
“Ooh, get some maple candy!” my Sensible Fall Jacket will bellow as we walk through the farmer’s market later. “That would fit perfectly in my interior flannel-lined pocket!” I’ll try to point out that all the flannel and body heat will probably melt it, but you know how it is: when a Sensible Fall Jacket wants maple candy, logic dies on the vine.