I have to admit that this year I’m dragging my feet, kicking and screaming, about the whole fall thing. I’m not ready. It’s gotten alternately sunny and rainy here and I keep peering outside wondering if I should go outside to the table and write.
I did put away the cushions, and some of the outdoor furniture. But most of it’s still out there, waiting plaintively and occasionally occupied by lurking cats.
There’s only one maple that’s begun to turn so far and it’s just on the tips. Fall color just isn’t there yet. The koi are still eating twice a day.
I’ll just ignore that the cats have mostly moved inside. And that it’s been cold enough some days (below 60) that wimpy me turned the heat on.
And that I’m about to swap out summer sweatshirts for rain coats and winter coats. The capris are gone for the summer, replaced by long pants.
And those long sleeves and long pants have doubled my laundry loads. Tank tops and capris take so much less room!
I’ll just keep my head in the novel I’m currently writing – it’s summer there.
Or in InDesign. Where I’m wrestling with learning a new software program. I have to pry myself away far too early in the evening so I can wind down before it’s bedtime.
And I’ll just ignore that it’s time to head towards bed at 8:45PM. Groan. Six in the morning comes way too early. And it’s dark out. Soon it’ll be dark out when we head out to the school bus.
BUT NOT YET!
Even though the mushrooms have begun to fruit.
I’ve still got raspberries coming on.
I need another month before the rain and darkness sets in!