It wasn’t much, but it was something, a sign, a signal. The season is changing. The world has made that turn from summer into fall.
I’m wondering if last year’s jeans will fit this year’s body.
I’m hunting through my storage containers, wondering where I put all my sweaters. I’m not even sure what sweaters I have or if I need new ones. Where is that nice green cashmere I bought at the end of last season from Land’s End? I know I had a red tunic that used to look really good on me. I’ll have to do some digging. Because it’s coming. The cooler weather is sending little warnings.
Down by the canal, there’s a hint of color in the leaves. Just a hint, like the soft rustle in trees, the plunk of an acorn dropping onto the driveway. At night, it’s chilly and we need a heavier coverlet on the bed. Not yet time for the down comforter, but I need to pull it out and give it an airing.
Goldenrod is gorgeous along the edge of the small canals near the big Crown and Eagle complex … and there are thousands of water lilies nearly filling the water.
The small mill canals are shallow, warmer than the big canals or the river. Plant life thrives in its slow-moving waters.
It’s the beginning of the fall, the end of summer. The best time the year in this part of the world. I will need to find the jackets, the sweatshirts because the crisp days and chilly nights are near and maybe, before the month is out, here.