Yesterday saw the little chores that denote the end of the happy warm, lengthy days of summer and herald the coming of the grey, squinting winter weeks.
The garden umbrella (a big green canvas and hardwood affair) was removed and stored in the garage. The swing was readied for storage with the cushions stripped and the cover tied down. No more white zinfandel evenings for us until next year.
I’ve noticed more and more that the summers seem to sprint past in a flurry of hazy mornings and cool evenings. I could put this down to global climate change but fear it is more a reflection of lifestyle change – we’re simply to busy to stop and appreciate the summer even knowing ow much we’ll miss it when it’s gone.
Winter on this little island is always difficult. Nowhere near as bad as Norway but still difficult. The homes become warm and insular with the weather turning nasty. So hears to the grey days of autumn and the damp and chill of winter – may they soon be passed.
You need to try Autumn in Georgia, my friend. Cool days, chilly nights. No cold allowed! The trees turn into a riot of colors. These are the days when you can do anything – play football, nap in the hammock, sit in the rocker on the porch sipping sweet tea – absolutely anything.