I don’t care that there was, until recently, no actual pumpkin in Starbucks’ Pumpkin Spice Latte (PSL for short). It tastes like Fall. Autumn in a cup. It ushers in a season of sweatshirts and football and football snacks (I make a series of amazing dips involving cheese, bacon and assorted other ingredients, but mostly just cheese and bacon). You grab a PSL and you are supposed to be swept away into what has consistently been my favorite season, despite debilitating seasonal allergies: Fall.
But you know what happens when you drink a PSL and it is 90 degrees outside? You DO NOT get swept away to a seasonal wonderland of colored leaves and light jackets. You just keep on sweating. Albeit you smell a little bit better. Kind of a coffee-all spice-nutmeg musk. And that’s my problem with the PSL and Lowe’s commercials and everything that keeps telling me it is now Fall, when I can plainly see from my high air conditioning bill that it is NOT Fall. While New England enjoys this new season, I am forced to wait. And wait. And ignore the onslaught of Autumnal advertising, while rooting for each and every weak cold front pushing further south like Mark Ingram trying to cross the goal line…
So I am using this disappointment to practice the discipline of PATIENCE. I am finding joy in the waiting… I am displaying grace in the midst of disappointment… I am…
Failing. Utterly.
Do they make a Pumpkin Spice Frappuccino?
Patience is better than pride. – Ecclesiastes 7:8b
