Some of you live in climes where seasons just click right into place at the appointed time. At least it seems that way to me.
Eh. Not so much. The seasons do not so much arrive as they wander about awhile, take their time, change their minds, wander some more, and finally, get tired I suppose, and settle in.
Except for summer, of course, which arrives with the sudden intensity of a hammer blow to the head.
So although I could tell that we're nearing the equinox due to the way the light falls, it's not been until the last week that we've really had strong indications of autumn coming. But today was rather glorious. Still is. It feels like fall is coming. Cooler for sure, dryer, too.
And the red flowers are headlining the event. Funny how that works. I guess pine cone lilies' blooms aren't really flowers though, are they? They might be.
I don't know.
I don't know shit.
I took a walk this morning and it did not feel bad at all. I stopped when I was almost home to talk to a neighbor. This is a woman who is probably as apt as I am to stay to herself but when we do talk, I always enjoy it. She's so smart. She grew up here and has just retired from teaching at the local community college. She lives in an old house too, which is next door to her brother and sister-in-law's house, the same house her mother lived in before she died. I believe she lived in this house too when she was a child.
Anyway, that was pleasant and look what came in the mail.
I ordered ten of them and I think I should go ahead and order another ten.
So, yes. Fall is coming. It will be front porch weather again.