I don’t want to go far away.  Last I checked the temperature was seventy.  This could be the last time this year it hits seventy.  I want to enjoy the weather here.  If I can’t enjoy it in my own backyard, how can I possibly enjoy it any where else.  So I will stay put, walk around my property and see what I can, enjoy the sun here and every thing else around me.  I will watch my four dogs run around our fenced yard.  I don’t want to have to go any where but my backyard.  I don’t want to go far away.

I stepped out and it was beautiful and I did not want to miss it.  There was not even a hint of a breeze and the sun was out and it was warm.  It was less than two weeks from the official beginning of winter.  Tomorrow was more of the same.  Then the temperature will drop and the weather would become more seasonable.  I wanted to catch part of the day outside.  Soon this gorgeous weather would just be a memory and I will have to bundle up every time I go outside.  Maybe I will go fishing tomorrow.  It will be more of the same temperatures.  And I want to take advantage of it.  Such weather was precious this time of year and the forecast for this winter was that it would be a cold one.  I don’t want this day to slip away.

It has been snowing for awhile and everything is white.  The snow is a wet, heavy one.  I have never seen our lilac bush so bent.  I am not going anywhere so I might as well enjoy the scenery viewed from my back and front window.  The branches of trees are all bent by the weight of the snow.  It is only an half a dozen times a year I might see the white landscape.  I made sure my bird feeder was full this morning with sunflower seed.  I know the birds have to forage a little harder in the snow but they have to eat, too.

It is October 30th and we are already in the middle of our first snowstorm.  I have heard references from others that this is going to be another cold winter.  It is still six weeks from the official advent of winter.  Is this storm the harbinger of things to come.  I hope not.  Winter (and the ensuing cold weather and storms) has become a period I just endure.  Maybe it is high time to consider moving to a warmer climate.

It was a perfect fall day.  There was a dull roar in the background.  The wind was blowing hard.  Dried leaves were scattering everywhere.  It was, also, warm–in the high fifties.  I have never flown a kite but today I wanted to.  It was a great day for a ride to observe the rapidly changing landscape.  It was, simply, a great day to be alive and to enjoy Autumn.  Before we know it most of the leaves will have fallen and the cold will set in and then Winter will be next.  I really do not want to rush it and enjoy today.

I don’t know whether we will have another two straight days in the eighties.  It is already October ninth.  This could be the final burst of Indian summer so I just will enjoy the sunlight and temperatures.  There might be no more days like this.  It seemed as if the whole month of September was rainy and cloudy.  In fact, it broke all records for rainfall for one month.  My wife is basking in the sunlight and I will soon join her.  We are still celebrating her birthday.  She gets three birthday days this year.  In fact the weather is a gift.  It is, at least, the third straight sunny day.  Thank God for small favors.

There is nothing like being in the sunshine.  After a week of gloomy, rainy weather today the sky was blue and it even hit seventy.  My wife was depressed and tried to dispel her gloom.  She took a chair, placed it in the sunlight and basked in it.  It is too easy to be depressed when the weather is cold and the sun is far away.  It was a perfect Autumn day and she decided to enjoy it and went out into our yard.  Maybe later I will have a Scrabble game there.  The days are running out I can do that.  There is nothing like a clear, warm day to cheer you up.

They could have been swallows.  I saw dozens alight on that wire and swirl above.  I never saw swallows migrate before.  It was early morning and they were over a mile away from water.  If I had to guess, they were cliff swallows.  I spotted them going through the “back way” into town.  I was surprised to see them.  Now is the time I usually see flocks of small blackbirds come through.  I still saw a hummingbird feed on my nectar today.  At least one has not decided to migrate.  Temperatures have fallen–the seventies.  Summer does not end for another three weeks.  There is no doubt Autumn has come already.

Summer feels like it is done.  September is in a few days.  It is wet and cold–the fringe of the hurricane Irene.  Central Pennsylvania did not get hit hard.  I realized I was cold in my shorts and tee shirt.  It was time to put long pants on as well as long sleeved shirts.  I won’t put away my shorts (away???) yet but it won’t be long until they are stored away for another year.  We still have some hummingbirds coming to our feeder but not as many.  Autumn is around the bend.

The apple season has started.  Ginger Gold, summer Rambo and Paula Reds are here.  I pay closer attention to the new arrivals.  The Ginger Gold and Paula Reds I enjoy now.  They don’t retain their crispness too long.  There is nothing worse than a mushy apple.  I now pay more frequent visits to my local produce stand.  Pears will also come in season.  I like buying them there for they let them on the tree longer.  They are tree ripened and sweeter than you can buy in the big supermarkets.  One of my favorite pears are Seckel pears.  They are small but very tasty pears and only around for a short time.  Fresh cider is also around the corner.  All harbingers of the next season–Fall.

I found an acorn on the ground:  Fall must be around the corner.  Temperatures now are lower.  It is still warm.  Kids are about to return to school.  I have my eyes open for the next season–Autumn.  I will still enjoy the higher temperatures but now I know they are on their way out.  Official summer is not done for a few weeks.  It is just winding down.  I will await the next season expectantly.  There is always the illusion each season will linger for ever but it is only that–an illusion.  And before you know it, the next one has arrived.

I just want the Winter (and cold weather) to be done.  And I did have a reprieve of Indian summer.  The most discouraging thing it is not even December yet.  I feel the same way every year.  I want to hibernate when the cold weather is here for good.

It does not make any difference how much I love the mostly mild weather in Autumn and Spring.  I would like to go away when this weather arrives.  I just don’t know how to pull it off especially with our menagerie of seven cats and four dogs.

These feelings regarding the cold weather are not new.  I have all my life lived in a temperate climate.  I just don’t know if there is anything I can do about it except to move and that does not seem like an option.  I will simply pray about it.  There is nothing more I can presently do about it.