It went from being brutally hot to cold in about four hours about a week ago. I finally gave in and pulled out the comforter and my feet are always cold. It’s not like I’m walking around in summer clothing. I’m wearing jeans, a long sleeved shirt AND a corduroy overshirt. I’m freezing and seriously thinking about turning on our brand new boiler. I hate turning on the boiler this early. I also hate freezing. Meanwhile, the birds are eating as if they’ve never seen food before. The dog always eats like that, but the birds tend to be a bit more restrained. Not this year. And we’ve having a super-year for acorns too. The top of our car is all dimpled from big heavy acorns falling on it. Owen is sure this means we are going to have bad winter. I don’t know anything anymore.
But we have some color in our leaves. And I processed a few pictures.