I just looked at the pictures. There were some yellow leaves.
But if you look closely at that post about the hike, we’re wearing coats, hats, headbands, gloves, etc.
Fall was sort of here. It was just flippin’ cold. None of that pansy “Indian Summer” stuff. Actually, now that I have written that, I wonder. Should we refer to it now as a “Native American Summer?” Oy vey.
Whatever. I missed mine. And that just plain stinks.
The high today was 20 degrees Fahrenheit. That’s chilly in case any of you aren’t familiar with temperatures in that range. Downright cold actually. And it’s only the 5th of November. This does not bode well for the ensuing months.
The snow, well, that’s ok. As always, we need the moisture. And I’m not going to deny one teeny, little snowflake its chance to water the lawn. But does it have to be this cold this soon? It seems cruel. Just plain cruel.
On top of the blasted, bloody time change. I think I’ve written about this before. It’s one of my MAJOR pet peeves. Why on earth we think we should fiddle around with nature thinking that we know best is simply beyond me. Hubris. That’s all it is plain and simple. And now I’ve got to explain to the munchikin why our world is shaken up again. Why we’re tired and not getting good sleep the last couple of days. Why it’s dark when it was light, etc, etc, etc.
Here, found what I’m trying to say (thank you google):
“Our environmental problems originate in the hubris of imagining ourselves as the central nervous system or the brain of nature. We’re not the brain, we are a cancer on nature.” Dave Foreman
Yep. What he said.