It’s fall, and it finally feels like it here in East Texas. This has been a wonderful week of moderate temperatures, low humidity, gentle sunshine. I love it.
For the first time since the temps climbed over 85 earlier this year, MSB and I went for a forty-five-minute walk yesterday. Of course when you don’t get any more exercise than I do, you wake up feeling the pain from it, but how wonderful it was to feel a soft breeze, to observe the changing of the leaves, to get yapped at by Paco Taco, the neighbor’s Chihuahua.
Yep. He’s still at it. He actually bit my shoe yesterday, then scampered away jubilant with his feat of heroism. And I was so happy the weather has finally cooled, I allowed him his celebration without so much as a snarl.
This won’t last long, this genial weather pattern. October is selfish with its love. Usually, it’s engaged in battle. Until summer finally loses the war against autumn, October will be the most schizophrenic month of the year. The weekend before us will be wonderful, but who knows what next week will hold?
Usually the Halloween goblins swoop down for their sweets and treats long before summer relinquishes its hold, and the promise of crackling fires in the hearth is postponed until the pilgrims come and the turkey roasts. Perhaps that will be true again this year. But for the weekend, I expect another walk in the woods, another thrill over the crisp morning air, another bout with the yapper.