I'm aware that most of my readers have never been south of the Mason Dixon line; I never was before I was 21. Our normal temperatures this time of year are fairly decent: daytime highs in the 60s or slightly above 70, overnight lows in the 30s or low 40s. It's usually "sweater weather," as opposed to what NY, NJ, & CT get right about this time each year (e.g. flurries, frosty breezes, overnight lows in the teens).
Surprise, surprise--this year, much to my delight, this month has included several weeks of very chilly days & frigid nights to rival my native turf in the Connecticut suburbs of NYC. Normally we don't have colorful leaves here, either, but happily this year our local trees have also rivaled some of the better falls I remember from my younger days. (No, we're NOT as warm as Florida here--a fact for which I'm personally very glad, as I've visited FL & have NO desire whatever to live there!)
We're running our wood stove every night to save electricity, stay toasty, & appreciate our overnight lows. (Yesterday at 6:30 a.m. when we headed to the swim it was 19 degrees outside!) I'm now hoping my girls can find some autumnal leavings around a local park (the "world famous" Swan Lake iris gardens, filled with bald cypress, sweetgum, & various southern varieties of oak & maple trees, are about two miles from our house) where the Christmas lights will soon overtake the place every evening. I may need to spend a lunch hour on Tuesday or Wednesday out there myself plucking up fall's detritus for decorating the table on Thursday.
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