It is that time of the year. We can
protest, wear our shorts longer, wait
for Indian Summer and what ever else
you do for summer.
But the truth of the matter, summer is
done. Snow is in the mountains. Those
of us on the flat lands and valleys, know
it is only a matter of time before winter
hits down here.
You can try to fool yourself with the week
of Indian Summer, (does anyone know why
we call it that? Were the Indians the
only ones who had it at first?) but you know
So it is time to drain the hoses, finish off the
garden and till it for the fall and winter. With
visions of doing better next year. Take the
AC out of the window or wrap it. Be glad that
the electric bill will be less for a month. Between
the time of the AC and the heaters kicking in.
So far we have been lucky or stubborn. We
have not had the heater click on. We have
seen smoke in the early morning from the
Fall has it most wonderful color, all its own.
The oranges, reds, some green, tans, and
in between. We love the colors but are sadden
by the thought of cold, snow and ice. Unless
you are a skier, which seeing the mountain tops
have gave you joy, and you are spending your
weekends waxing up the skies.
Manipulating To The End
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