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Autumn has come early
Autumn has come early, and it is welcome.
The minor forest that is home to the office park is starting to color in yellows and oranges. The small maple by our building has been bright red for a couple weeks now. The dogwood in the English garden at home started changing about the same time.
Usually, this doesn't happen until two or three weeks from now; usually the heat breaks - though I have no reason to measure time in this way anymore, I still do - on the third weekend of KCRF. I used to always pack a cloak and change of socks on that weekend, and I almost always needed them. Now, two weeks early, I'm in jeans with a sweatshirt hung on my office door that I wore to work this morning, and I'm thinking of an afternoon coffee.
I am an autumn person. In some strange way it matches my personality. I look forward to the cool temperatures and moist ground, the somnolent, soon-to-sleep trees shedding their once-green mantles, the slow descent to Winter's dark. I love walking cemeteries this time of year, and forest paths. Yes, a trip to Nebraska, even a day-trip, can't be far off.
The minor forest that is home to the office park is starting to color in yellows and oranges. The small maple by our building has been bright red for a couple weeks now. The dogwood in the English garden at home started changing about the same time.
Usually, this doesn't happen until two or three weeks from now; usually the heat breaks - though I have no reason to measure time in this way anymore, I still do - on the third weekend of KCRF. I used to always pack a cloak and change of socks on that weekend, and I almost always needed them. Now, two weeks early, I'm in jeans with a sweatshirt hung on my office door that I wore to work this morning, and I'm thinking of an afternoon coffee.
I am an autumn person. In some strange way it matches my personality. I look forward to the cool temperatures and moist ground, the somnolent, soon-to-sleep trees shedding their once-green mantles, the slow descent to Winter's dark. I love walking cemeteries this time of year, and forest paths. Yes, a trip to Nebraska, even a day-trip, can't be far off.
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It's akin to a comfortable recliner after a hard day's work--time to relax and enjoy what you've accomplished for the year, gather your stores for the coming winter, and take stock of yourself.
Yay Fall!
Yay fall!