Last night, a cold front came through. It brought precious little in the way of rain, but the day dawned with crisp, cool temperatures and blustery winds. It really feels like autumn has arrived, just in time for Thanksgiving week.
Leaves are dropping from the trees like clowns piling out of a circus Volkswagen. Our lawn is buried in them despite the wind’s best efforts to blow them away.
As the temperature drops, our eating habits will change. Fewer salads, more rich soups and hearty stews. Rib-sticking food, the kind you want to eat in front of a roaring fire. Hot chocolate is the order of the day.
I love this time of year, the time when Fall really starts exerting its grip. It’s not the dreary Bitter End of the season, not yet. There’s still color on the trees, and the days - today excepted - still balmy. It won’t last, of course...and that’s why I love it.