Fall began last week. The evenings are wonderfully cool and the mornings are at least a little dry. Here and there leaves are beginning to turn and I have laid a fire in the fireplace, although I haven’t lit it yet.
But a glass of wine on the deck (with cat) ends earlier than it did. Sad? Not really. Every season lasts a little too long for me, which may be another way of saying I simply need to be less impatient. (more…)