Please bear with me. It's that time of year again. You know, when one day it's searing hot (just over a week ago, remember?) the next, someone turns a switch and—wham—it's fall... Autumn. Too early for frost or heavy dew on your windshield, and the sun still shines, but the furnace starts to come on and you know it’s over.
The time of year that, besides putting me to work cleaning my roof and gutters, raking leaves, and all those good things associated with preparing for winter, I become reflective.
Is it just me, or is this a natural, yearly twinning of season and mood change prompted by the first falling of leaves and the withering away of summer and all its happy associations of the beach, barbecues on the sundeck, etc.?
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