Bloody Beatrice, Bonnie and the guineas out on patrol
Seasonal transition is fairly gradual here. I would think it is because we’re zone 6-7 and are surrounded by zone 5, but really, it’s just Lake Michigan.
I loved Minnesota, but it really didn’t seem like too long a time between Air Conditioning Season and Heating Season. There was no gradual step-down; it was fairly quick. (And spring, I swear, took FOREVER!!!) But I am a great season-denier. And now I live in a place that supports this crazy tendency of mine. The leaves here have had the good sense to not shock me out of my revelry: they, on the extreme side, have turned yellow-green. Only on the drive to school do I see a few heraldic (panicky) sumac and maples who’ve gone over to the red end of the spectrum.
Today, though, it’s 10:00 and it’s 48*. I think my denial will not last long! Especially now that it is cider season.