A chill in the air

I know I say this every September, but this is the kind of weather I wait all year for. (So why don't I just move to California? Because: (a) I like snow, too and (b) I really like having spending money.) I first noticed the honey locusts turning week before last, but the muggy air and dry conditions prevented me from seeing it as the first signs of fall. Every day, I see trees which are dead or dying because no one kept them watered. It's going to be an unspectacular fall for foliage.

As we were standing around topside at lunchtime waiting for tour groups, everyone kept remarking on the intensity of the sunlight. Well, that's what happens when there's no longer a haze in the air at all hours. Yesterday was every bit as beautiful, which made me regret scheduling a movie viewing with the Old Man, since the only slot in his schedule for such a thing is late afternoon, the nicest time to be out. I thought about excusing myself to wash to windows, since I figured it was a reason for being outside he could fully get behind, but in the end I succumbed to the lure of the couch and cuddling.

The movie was Deathly Hallows Pt. 1 and it was awful--the same boring slog every one of them has been since the first--but it made our decision to serve sausage, mash, and peas for dinner that much more amusing. If only there'd been sticky toffee pudding for dessert! I'd wanted to put together a Zwetschgendatschi, but at some point I realised that would be too ambitious. Instead, we each had an apple. Now that you're finally here, Mature Woman Fall, don't be in a hurry to leave!