OK, its barely officially summer, but this morning the green grass beneath the tree outside my bedroom window is littered with bright yellow leaves that have fluttered down from the branches with no regard for the calendar. How is it this tree has the audacity of shedding leaves already? It has barely unfurled the greenery!
Even Sugar is suspicious, sniffing the limp yellowed foliage and pushing them about with her nose as if to say "get back up there where you belong!" No other tree in the complex has begun the autumnal experience, just this lone trend setter. Officials are telling us that this summer will be challenging. Already the pollen counts and allergens are off the charts, higher than they have ever been in the history of tracking such things. People are hacking and honking and generally miserable, even those who are normally not afflicted by allergies. (You ought to hear them whine! You'd think they were the first person ever to experience such discomfort!) The price you pay for a mild winter with virtually no snow.
I am more concerned about record temperatures. I hope that will not be the case. And if it is, what does that mean for the coming winter? Well, enough speculation. Today is beautiful - blue "clean wash hanging on the clothesline" kind of fresh sunny skies and just the right amount of breeze to keep you comfortable. I ignore the portent of the fallen leaves and take an extra loop with Sugar, breathing deeply of the joy.
Even Sugar is suspicious, sniffing the limp yellowed foliage and pushing them about with her nose as if to say "get back up there where you belong!" No other tree in the complex has begun the autumnal experience, just this lone trend setter. Officials are telling us that this summer will be challenging. Already the pollen counts and allergens are off the charts, higher than they have ever been in the history of tracking such things. People are hacking and honking and generally miserable, even those who are normally not afflicted by allergies. (You ought to hear them whine! You'd think they were the first person ever to experience such discomfort!) The price you pay for a mild winter with virtually no snow.
I am more concerned about record temperatures. I hope that will not be the case. And if it is, what does that mean for the coming winter? Well, enough speculation. Today is beautiful - blue "clean wash hanging on the clothesline" kind of fresh sunny skies and just the right amount of breeze to keep you comfortable. I ignore the portent of the fallen leaves and take an extra loop with Sugar, breathing deeply of the joy.
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