Oct. 4th, 2013 02:56 pm
Right on schedule
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muckefuckLeaves are turning, the grounds are choked with young'uns, I'm chasing a cold, Cardinals are in the postseason--ah yes, it must be October.
The first of these snuck up on me, as it always does. I think I mentioned last week that I was just twigging to the fact that honey locusts were yellowing for some other reason than the droughty weather. Then back on Tuesday, I remember looking up from my seat on the shuttle, spotting a half-moulted sugar maple, and thinking, How long as that been that way? Naturally, having spotted that, I suddenly noticed little signs everywhere.
Then, on passing the same spot later in the day, I spied a buckeye lying in the grass. I wasn't going to do more than look until I recalled something![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sandor_baci said about collecting "conkers" on FB the other day, took a step back, and scooped it up. It felt completely different to what I'd expected: warm (because it had been sitting in the midday sunlight) and pliable (because it was freshly fallen). It was remarkably like rubbing my finger again human skin, albeit with a firmer subsurface than you'd find with even the hardest human muscle.
Finally the rains have come, but I think it's probably too late for a glorious fall. Yesterday it began as mist and developed into a steady rain. We heard thunder again late in the evening, but the storms seemed to bypass us both to the south and the north. Thunderstorms are a nearly certainty tonight and tomorrow. The air is oppressively humid; it feels like July, which is not what I was hoping for for what may be my last cocktail night of the year. I always wasn't hoping for the Redbirds to trail by six in the eight in the second game of the Division Series, but we never get everything we want.
The first of these snuck up on me, as it always does. I think I mentioned last week that I was just twigging to the fact that honey locusts were yellowing for some other reason than the droughty weather. Then back on Tuesday, I remember looking up from my seat on the shuttle, spotting a half-moulted sugar maple, and thinking, How long as that been that way? Naturally, having spotted that, I suddenly noticed little signs everywhere.
Then, on passing the same spot later in the day, I spied a buckeye lying in the grass. I wasn't going to do more than look until I recalled something
sandor_baci said about collecting "conkers" on FB the other day, took a step back, and scooped it up. It felt completely different to what I'd expected: warm (because it had been sitting in the midday sunlight) and pliable (because it was freshly fallen). It was remarkably like rubbing my finger again human skin, albeit with a firmer subsurface than you'd find with even the hardest human muscle.Finally the rains have come, but I think it's probably too late for a glorious fall. Yesterday it began as mist and developed into a steady rain. We heard thunder again late in the evening, but the storms seemed to bypass us both to the south and the north. Thunderstorms are a nearly certainty tonight and tomorrow. The air is oppressively humid; it feels like July, which is not what I was hoping for for what may be my last cocktail night of the year. I always wasn't hoping for the Redbirds to trail by six in the eight in the second game of the Division Series, but we never get everything we want.