As the earth rotates the sun, creating the seasons, so goes my closet as well. All the Hawaiian shirts, my usual summer fare, have been laundered and placed at the far end of the rack, the coveted "center position" now occupied by wool shirts, hoodies and long sleeves. Perched above are the lords of the haberdashery: the sweaters. They pay for themselves in savings on the heating bill by allowing the comfortable household temperature to be set considerably lower.
Around the yard, we had a frost scare Friday night, but the long term looks seasonably warm until the middle of October, giving the tomatoes a reprieve and postponing the annual transplanting of the Norfolk Island Pine, an odd choice for a houseplant (being nearly six feet tall and four feet across) but I've "bonded" with it; I'd hate to see it freeze to death. It really has grown too big for Flippist World Headquarters; it may have to reside in the basement (Flippist World Hindquarters) and make do with a grow light.
Jono's hummingbirds made an appearance here yesterday—no doubt on their way to a warmer clime. The school kids have been flocking as well, this year their bus stops on our corner so our mornings are filled with the chirpings of elementary students. I don't mind these changes, as Lois Lenski would say: "Now it's fall, just the nicest time of all."