Well, it’s very nearly October and autumn has yet to fall. It still feels like early summer here. It’s not jacket weather. Or apple picking weather. Or cider weather. It’s barely cool enough for s’mores over the fire at night. But, the nights are getting longer.
That, at least, remains the same.
The trees begin to turn color anyway, though they do so half-heartedly. As footballs sail through the air, leaves flutter on the wind, yet seem too green to fall.
While the Wolverines continue to impress, the autumn colors remain lackluster. It’s still early yet, I know. And I don’t really want to rake leaves (who looks forward to that?). However, I can’t help but imagine the oranges, reds, yellows, and browns of autumn.
September raced by. Soon All Hallow’s Eve will march passed, and All Saints’ Day process beyond to Thanksgiving and Christmas, to New Year’s, and soon it’ll be Valentine’s Day.
But, before winter happens in earnest, can’t we just see a few days of fall? Why do we have to go from winter to summer to winter to summer to winter to summer to winter to summer…ad nauseum?
There’s no stopping winter’s onslaught. I’d just like a day or two to acclimate to the cooler weather before we drop below freezing. Perhaps that’s too much to ask.