It is ever thus, I leave home for this week in Vermont in high summer and when I return it's autumn. This year, I left home in tropical summer, warm and humid and lo and behold last night it got really cold, and tonight it promises to be cold again. I am better prepared for tonight, the warmest clothes and a hat and socks for sleeping, last night I did not dress for the chill that surprised me about 2 a.m.
In a lot of ways it's been an anomalous year up here. Unlike most other years I've seen a lot more bugs of the nasty biting and blood sucking variety. Their breeding pools never dried up. The foliage is less dusty and faded, but there's a lot more decay on leaves and ground cover. More ferns, and the wood aster is blooming everywhere. It's usually past peak by this time in August. But one truth of this week is the same, we've managed to move from summer to fall. Tomorrow when I get up I imagine I will see a few yellow leaves, where there where green ones a day ago, and that the maples by the lake will turn leaf by leaf for the next couple of days until an early branch of color waves goodbye to me for another year.
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