We were outside yesterday evening and there was a cool breeze. When nightfall came around, there wasn't the annoying and overpowering sound of horny, territorial Katydids but the soft chirping sound of crickets.
On a side note, I really need to do a scientific experiment on Katydids and their vocalizations. They only seem to yell when it's hot at night so maybe I'll have Rhiannon do a chart next summer showing evening temperatures vs. Katydid calls. In the middle of summer we can't leave our windows open at night because I can't sleep with all the damned insects screaming. And it's not like a nice noise. Oh no. I could sleep to the sound of crickets or the sound of peepers, but Katydids emit a noise just as, if not more annoying that Pickles screaming. And they do it all stinking night.
|Think you're going to sleep tonight? Not if I can help it.|
As I was saying, the weather was very Fall-like. It's now ten minutes past 11 and I still have the windows open. Which is strange for this time of year. If we're lucky, I can open up the windows around 4 or 5 am and then have to batten down the hatches before 9 am when the sun starts to melt the window panes.
Fall is my favorite time of year. I love the cooler (but not cold) weather. I love "needing" to have a hot cup of tea in the morning, then go outside later in just a t-shirt and shorts, and then come dark, I want to throw on a comfy sweater. It's the best of all seasons because there's just a little bit of each season in each day.
I've already been tempted to buy some of those Pumpkin Spice and Mulled Cider candles. Just this morning, I gazed up at my cozy-wearing teapot and kind'a longed for a cup of Vanilla Chai tea. And although I know I'll regret saying this, but I also miss firing up the wood stove. Not because I have to, but because I want to. Oh no. I don't want to have to chuck log after log after log into the gaping maw of the fireplace for weeks on end, but I want to light a fire late one evening just to take the chill out of the air.
As much as I love Fall, I have a Love and Hate relationship with it. Because Fall means that Winter is fast approaching. And even though I have no reason complaining about cold weather when there are those of you who live in the Northern Tundra and have like two weeks of Summer, I still don't like it. And it's amazing how quickly I've forgotten that I, too, once lived in the Chicago land area where winters were riddled with Arctic-like blasts of frozen air and it would take weeks to get the bone-chilling dampness out of your body. I don't know if I'll ever go so far as to wearing down jackets when it dips into the 50's like those crazy Florida and Arizona people do, but my blood definitely has thinned a bit.
But I suppose I should enjoy the last day of "Fall" today and get some barn chores done because we'll be back in the 90's by the weekend. With lots of humidity thrown in for fun.