The autumnal equinox is this weekend. It looks like the high will be in the low 90s, but the heat is short-lived. It’s mostly 70s for highs and 50s for lows down the rest of the 10-day forecast. Will it stay that way? Who knows? Fall and winter seem a lot less reliable today than I remember from my childhood.
I love this time of year. IndyCar ends, but by the time it does football is in full swing, so no time for tears. Lea buys fresh apples from the orchard down the road. Soups and other Crock-Pot®-able delights come roaring back into meal planning. (I already made chili last weekend.) Our schedule isn’t nearly so hectic with both children in college. The late afternoon sun “moves” back to the “left” enough to get off my north-facing thermometer, which begins reading accurately again instead of telling me it’s 122º just before dinnertime.
Some folks don’t care for the diminishing daylight, and once upon a time I was among them. I love it in my middle age. It forces me up to do outside things before I go to work, so I’ve got my daily exercise for the day and more chance for a relaxing evening.
Speaking of, yesterday felt like perhaps the antepenultimate time I’ll cut the grass this year. My lawn tractor vomited its main seal maybe five years ago, so I bought a push mower to keep up until I could roll the tractor into the garage and fix it in the following winter. (You can guess its current state.) But then another part of me said no, I need to be pushing a mower anyway until I can get to an ambitious-but-feasible intermediate weight loss goal. Renewed focus begun a month ago continues, so maybe 2025 is the year.
Happy fall to you!