I realize this is a bit premature. We just had the hottest week of the entire summer. The equinox is still a few weeks away. In fact, summer wasn't even that bad this year. It was fairly mild and gorgeous with an abundance of perfect weekends, so it's not like I'm even that anxious for it to be over. But I can't help but be excited for the signs that point towards Fall's imminent arrival.
A few days ago, Kina jumped up on the couch to cuddle with us, something she never does in the summer time. She doesn't start cuddling with us until the weather cools down. Which means that her desire to hop into bed with us points to cooler weather coming our way. And walking her the other night, I passed a tree that had started to drop it's leaves everywhere.
Football started, which means that it's time for the Sundays spent on the couch drinking beer. Not to mention all the food I associate with cooler weather: nachos, stews, and casseroles. I may have jumped the gun on this a bit, with a delicious casserole last weekend (cinnamon + rosemary + cranberries = perfection). But soon that food will be part of the regular rotation again. And I think I want to learn how to cook a chicken pot pie this year. Or maybe a Shepherd's pie. Something warm and hearty with a flaky crust.
On top of this, the forecast has temperatures in the 70s and grey skies for the foreseeable future. It's time to fling open the windows, switch over to my Van Morrison/Tom Waits Pandora station, find some sweaters and tights and enjoy the cooler weather. I'm so happy.
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