Summer is hitch hiking south for the winter

There is no denying it’s September and living in the “semi desert” means cold mornings. Putting away the flip flops & pulling out the jacket for Maggi’s early walk. By noon though we’re perfectly comfortable sitting on the beach in shorts and wading into the water. It’s a weird time of year that requires two wardrobes and the ability to pull out the flannel & wool socks at a moments notice. The pear & peach trees in my neighbourhood are heavy with ripe fruit and the smell of freshly mowed grass still takes up the whole afternoon. In the mornings though, sweater clad & warming my hands on the coffee mug as we walk and Don Henley’s “Boy’s of Summer” fading into the background, it’s obvious that summer has left the building.