Fall arrived today with an in-your-face presence. Cold. Windy.
Especially when I was walking the dog in the dark this morning at 7:00 a.m. (Because it is still dark here at 7 in the a.m.)
The wind coming off the west bench above town was, well, cruel, actually. I turned the corner into it and immediately turned my back for a moment in order to zip my (winter) jacket all the way to the top and pull my hood around my face. Happily I was already wearing gloves.
Hank Williams Jr. found it all very exhilarating, hurrying along our customary morning route with his tail held high and playing "gladiators" with the dog next door. I'm sure if I'd been out with my horses, I would have found them frisking around the pasture.
The animals frisk in the wind.
I wasn't frisking.
I was "turtling" into my jacket and trying to figure out how soon I could be done with the dog's morning walk.
The leaves are all over the ground now. The sun came out this afternoon and had almost no warmth to it.
I spent the day in my office, basking in the warmth of the nearby family room fire. At lunchtime, I enjoyed a truly wonderful, sweet-tart, Idaho Red apple from the local Farmers Market -- the kind of apple that screams "Autumn!" I also enjoyed the aroma of roasting chicken and simmering stock all through my house.
Fall. I'm glad.