I spoke too soon when I said autumn was stomping in; it’s more like a tentative creep. The temps are noticeably lower each night. We had to drag in Steve’s pepper plants from the patio last night because the temperature was expected to drop to 29 degrees. But this morning, while chilly, was not as chilly as yesterday morning, and the day warmed up considerably as the sun ascended into its midday position. I wore a fleece pullover that turned out to be somewhat superfluous until it became close to sunset. The geese are flying in circles, it seems, unsure of whether to stay or go. Most of the trees along the Huron seem to be still green. It’s a prolonged Indian summer, and though autumn’s knocking politely on the door, it’s not fully here yet.
