Autumn hasn't happened yet, but it's sure getting close. It is smell-able in the air. The goldenrods and the purple asters are summers' floral leftovers. The maples lining Rivers Street are turning from the top down as they always do. I've squeezed every bit of good out of my garden except for the kale, brussel sprouts and spinaches I recently planted. I'll plant my garlic soon. The canning, freezing and other hard chores are finished. I rejoiced this week when Iretired the weedeater for the season.
All of the above are indications of the autumnal equinox, the shift into the falling season. I believe most of Earth's plants and creatures sense the change. Must be why I recently took stock of my sweater drawer. I have had an overwhelming desire to ditch my bra and woobie it up with my favorite ASU sweatshirt. I feel autumn....