I went camping this weekend. It should have been cool outside. We should have been wearing jackets and maybe even hats. It\u2019s September so technically by mid-afternoon we should have shed the extra layers, but the leaves would still be shades of yellow and there should have been an air of fall sticking around. But none of that happened. It\u2019s almost October and it was hot outside. We were hot and it was hot and, again, did I mention it was hot? Indiana needs to get it together. Seriously. This is OUR season. Indiana is for fall. We don\u2019t do summer that great, it\u2019s hot and humid and people avoid us in the dead of summer. Winter is for escaping Indiana, I think we\u2019d all head south with the birds if we could. Spring is okay, but mostly it just feels okay because we\u2019re emerging from our winter haze and anything that makes us feel slightly warm feels exciting and new. But fall? WE WERE MADE FOR FALL. It\u2019s when we get our best weather. Fall in Indiana is vibrant colors on our trees; it\u2019s piles of leaves in our neighbors\u2019 yards. It\u2019s sweater weather and boots. It\u2019s a love for football season even if you don\u2019t love football...because fall has the best food too. It\u2019s apple cider and chili; it\u2019s that nacho cheese dip your mom makes in the Crock Pot and candy, piles and piles of Halloween candy. RELATED:\u00a0A true account: Real life family road trippin\u2019 Fall in Indiana is waking up to crisp, cool air because you got to sleep with your windows open. It\u2019s lower a\/c bills before we make the switch to higher heating bills. It\u2019s a break from mowing the grass and watering the lawn. Fall is our Super Bowl. Fall is our World Series. Fall is our Indy 500. Wait. Maybe the Indy 500 is just ours anyway and we don\u2019t need to claim if for fall. But you get my point. Indiana is for fall and this year we seem to be missing it. I\u2019m not saying it\u2019s anyone\u2019s fault. Except those people who love summer so much and keep wanting it to last--I think we can kinda blame them. All those heat-lovers need to knock it off. Nobody wants to see you still wearing your shorts and t-shirts with flip flops. I\u2019m currently wearing a sweater and thick, fuzzy socks as I type this. (Sure, I\u2019m sweating to death, but that\u2019s beside the point.) Summer, we get it. It was a fun ride, but you\u2019ve overstayed your welcome now. MOVE ALONG. The apple orchards are open. There are pumpkins at the farmer\u2019s markets. I have one million mums on my front porch. Corn mazes are mazing and still, we\u2019re not getting the fall temperatures Indiana does so well. I\u2019m giving it about one more week before we need to take major action. I don\u2019t know what \u201cmajor action\u201d is right now, but if we all put our heads together, I\u2019m sure we can come up with something helpful. We\u2019ve been doing this for years, we know how to fall. We\u2019ve got the experience, we\u2019ve got the outfits, we\u2019ve even got the right shoes for the occasion. Now all we need is the actual fall. Maybe let\u2019s try begging: Fall, we love you. You\u2019re beautiful, and you make us feel all warm and fuzzy inside. The other seasons have nothing on you. Come and do your thing, we need you. Love, Indiana. Mary Graham is a lifelong resident of Indianapolis, Indiana. She lives with her husband, two daughters, and rescue dog, Blue. During the day, she teaches high school English and at night (after the girls are asleep), she writes for The Huffington Post, Pearson\u2019s Teachability, For Every Mom, her own blog,\u00a0TrustyChucks.com, and various other print and digital outlets. Mary\u2019s work has also appeared on HuffingtonPost.com. In her spare time, she likes to read, travel, eat chocolate, run half marathons, and then eat more chocolate. Find Mary on Twitter and Instagram.