Looks like summer may really be done.
One late September day it's 33 degrees above zero and too hot to cook
And the next it's barely 5 and the thermostat regulated gas fireplace is kicking in, and I'm walking around the house wearing a sweater over my sweater.
I was a little suspicious yesterday when about a million geese were beating a hasty retreat in a southward direction.
I think summer's done.
Happily for Micah, the kitchen with the oven on is a very cozy place to be. He got ginger snaps and oatmeal cookies out of it last night.
I really do prefer colder days that are conducive to thick soup, fresh bread and warm desserts. Rather steamy comfort food than steamy uncomfortable days.
I like hot showers in the morning better than cooling off showers at night.
I'd rather have the weight and cozy factor of two thick blankets than need a sheet and a blowing ceiling fan.
I still maintain that you can always add another layer but there's only so much you can take off in polite society.
So, let's raise a cup of spiced cider to Autumn.
Long may you be with us.