Fall is falling. Acorns hit like shrapnel; the hickory nuts sound like an artillery barrage on the tin roof of the nearby cabin.
But while fall is falling no one’s told the leaves yet, and the temperature hit 87F today.
Geese are landing at the nearby farmer’s pond. The first time we heard them one of us said “What the hell’s that noise? It sounds like someone’s choking a flock of….geese!” So now the geese rotate through daily and announce their presence every evening.
I saw a couple of lightning bugs tonight. I guess they don’t want to give up the summer and are hanging on for all they’re worth. But the seasons change.
This is all new to this Florida cracker. Back in Florida we had two seasons; the hot season and about a month of “freeze the balls off a brass monkey” season” . (that’s a nautical term; I’ll explain it to you even if you don’t ask)
But basically the season was the hot season, followed by the hotter season followed by the hotter and steamy season. I’ve worn shoes exactly twice in the past three years. But I do have knockaround flip-flops and dressup flip-flops.
And I fully intend to wear my flip-flops through the fall into the winter until we make it back to Florida.
They don’t call us Floridiots for nothing!