Fall is no longer coming slowly. He’s arrived.
The fitful bursts of summer’s heat have all but faded, along with any color my very pale skin may have gathered. Though I’m rather sad that one of my sundresses still hangs unworn, there’s nothing quite so pleasant as standing in your doorway, wearing slippers and holding warm coffee as the rain smacks the deck in front of you.
Nothing perhaps, except being healthy enough to take off said slippers for a good dance among the drops. Unfortunately, I caught a nasty cold. I’ve been told it’s going around.
Fall is coming. Slowly. He’s arriving in fits and bursts.
Surprisingly, summer is holding on for dear life. Between the rainy days, she’s shoved in temperatures which teeter around 80. And here ladies and gents, where we’re known for a constant drizzle of grey gloom, 80 is pretty darn impressive.
We’ve been soaking up the sun, reveling in its warmth, if you will. There have been extra trips to the dog park and new strolling paths discovered. There have been baseball games, beers sucked down barefoot while sitting on the deck, and grilling. There’s been lots of grilling. Continue reading