the calender may say august, but the weather says fall. the last two days have been rain and in the high 50s / low 60s. i figured since i really couldn't do any yardwork yesterday, i cleaned out my garage so i could get it set up and ready before fall really comes (t minus 30 days and counting). fall cleanup has begun.

leaves are already changing. our wisteria on the front of the pergola started turning to a crisp autumn yellow and i thought it was because it wasn't getting watered enough, but it's the weather and not my watering schedule. how can this be? summer just barely got here and now it is leaving us, just like that. no goodbyes or warm hugs. nothing, nada, zilch.

true, they are promising us warmer weather. and by "they", i'm referring to those that get paid when they get every weather report wrong, but we keep listening to them for some glimmer of hope. mid 70s by the middle of the week (ok, that would be tomorrow). if we could have mid 70s for our winter; that thought alone brings a tear to my hazel eye. . .