I'd put a picture here but I left my camera outside and it's frozen.
Friday nite we had a frost...but that's OK. It happens.. you know, a bit of a nip in the air.... I can over look that. Sunday morning was cold...but it probably wasn't cold for toooooo long. I was still holding out hope. It was over 32* by 8:30am.... I can still work with that.
But not now. I have to admit that my beloved summer is over.
So begins the season of me complaining and crying about the lack of sunshine and good growing weather. It could be a long season... we've got a good five or six months before I'm happy again.
I guess I'll just stay in the house. Nicholas volunteers to snuggle me.
However... for the next 10 days we return to moderate to 70* temps and above freezing mornings. So you can see why I'm suspicious of fall. It's wicked, tricksy, and false.... it starts... it stops. The whole thing just makes me mad.
I'm probably going to just go out and lay in the yard until summer starts again.