In mid August I wrote a post about autumn approaching. How there was a nuance of its impending arrival… well, here we are in late September and the temperature is still in the mid 70’s creeping up into the low 80’s. Autumn, when are you going to fall?
As I was walking my dear little puppy this morning, I was thinking of this. I am tired of the heat. I yearn for my jeans and sweatshirts. Mostly, I am tired of the mosquitoes, that somehow don’t realize that by the end of September they should be gone, munching in some other tropical locale. But, no, here they stay making a mid morning snack on me.
But, I digress. There are hints of fall in the air. I know this from sneezing at absolutely nothing visible. So, I know there are dying leaves somewhere.
The air is warm, bordering on humid still. But, there is a respite when you walk into the shade. It toys with you. You feel a slight temperature drop, you feel a gentle breeze. It reassures me that, yes, fall will be here.
The leaves are starting to be tinted with the colors of fall. Like the Lord using a small tipped paint brush and gently shading in the edges of the leaves. Just enough. Teasing me, taunting me to write and complain once more about the warmth. Yes, I know, give me a few more weeks and I will write on the wind whipping through my jacket and my cheeks burning with cold air. What can I say? I’m weather fickle.
Fall is one of my favorite seasons though. It is beckoning the arrival of the holidays. I am glad to see it coming. I know it is doing a slow dance to get here, but personally I would like to see it jitterbug its way here already!
Thanks for stopping by… As always, DAF