And Fall Arrives

Brrrr …It’s 40-something this morning. Pitch black. Damp. Fall has clearly arrived. I am appropriately clad in sweater and jacket – but with open-toed shoes. (I said fall has arrived -- I didn't say I'd accepted that yet. My grip on summer is unclenching gradually.)

On the plus side, I was greeted with a gorgeous sky twinkling with stars when I took the trash out this morning. I hadn’t seen a night sky so clear and free of clouds in weeks.

It was a gorgeous day on Saturday. One I spent working all day in the yard. It actually looks quite nice. Even my neighbors (one one side of the block anyway) have all their edging done, too, so all of our yards look nicely coiffed.

Yesterday was rainy and cool. While the mother and I didn’t head out until early afternoon, it was still misting as we started our shopping adventure. While it eventually stopped and the sky even cleared and brightened a bit, we didn’t glimpse sunshine until we were on our way home, about an hour before sunset.

The seasonal change is wreaking havoc with my sinuses. The inside of my nose feels like someone has gone through first, with a mixmaster and quickly followed it up with a blow torch. I sure hope this is not another infection coming on. Unfortunately for me, that’s one of the hallmarks of fall.

The mother has painting on her agenda for the week as it is supposed to be dry and mild clear through next weekend. We’ll see if that forecast bears out. I won’t hold my breath.