Tuesday, September 29, 2015

Magic in the Night

The sound of crickets fascinates me… mostly in the summer, cuz let’s face it…if you hear crickets in the winter, you’ve got more to worry about than crickets.

Right now, they’re on their last noisy legs, fighting the change of season and the ensuing evening chill.

Taken alone, most of you probably wouldn’t even notice a cricket...similar to my experience in High School.

You probably don’t even know what one looks like...and no, there’s no top hat and tails involved.

Wednesday, September 23, 2015

Summer Says So Long with Fall Felicitations

Summer slipped out of town early this morning, and to tell you the truth, it was ready. 
Summer worked hard this year and even put in some late season OT, cranking out mid 80 degree temps and sunshine, right up until the end. 

So believe me, there was no season more relieved than Summer to see Fall skipping into town carrying its assortment of pumpkins,cider, colorful foliage and all the other autumnal trappings Fall is famous for.

There was even a brief exchange between the two, right on the equinox, just before Summer happily slipped over the edge.

I have no idea what was said, but I think it might have had something to do with how tricky it is to operate the new toaster oven we picked up in July.

Tuesday, September 1, 2015

The Big Brrrrrrr

The Big Brrrrrrr has arrived.

In some ways, it’s a bit hard to believe.

Septem-brrrrrrr, already.

La-brrrrrrr Day, knocking on the door.

Seems as if it were just Janu-wary.

And by this time next week, a lot of people will be declaring summer over...at least unofficially.

But we were able to squeak out a couple of extra weeks from summer this year...unofficially I mean.

Summer, the official  season, is still the same number of days as it is every year, as it is for every season; approximately 90 days.

However, being the media brainwashed, marketing puppet pods that we are, we follow the rules of Memorial Day to La-brrrrrrr Day, to define our unofficial summer...and this year they are as far apart from each other as they could possibly be; May 25th to Septem-brrrrrrr 7th .

Last year the unofficial end of summer was Septem-brrrrrrr 1st and some folks had already curled up into a fetal position in their beach chairs by now.  

Now I get a whole extra week before I...I mean...they have to do that.