Sunday, September 20, 2009


The weather has been milder lately, the time of the year when you can honestly believe that summer will end this year, evidence to the contrary. When I lived in Chicago, I was tickled by the way the people would run out on the first slightly springlike day, carrying blankets and wearing bathing suits, to pretend that winter was done. That's because a Midwest winter is as long as a South Texas summer. I've gone to the closet and fingered a couple of tweed coats against the day I can put them on again. We've had things going on outdoors. The birds, bless 'em for their perseverance and optimism, are passing through to the jumping-off spot of the island for the flight to Yucat√°n and points south. We have a lot of bright little ones hanging around in our trees. A couple days ago, the bayfront was all aboil with bait, maybe a half acre of little fish churning up the surface, while the brown pelicans dive-bombed them and the gulls hung around looking for opportunities. Herself said she saw small skates, flounder, and drum lying underneath the schools. A waterfront resident told her that the porpoises had been whuffing and blowing all night long. Everything ends eventually, even South Texas summers. But not yet, I think.


Sugar Magnolia said...

I absolutely love this time of year, especially October and November. There is definitely a different "feel" in the air now, and, according to the weather forecasters, our first day of autumn will bring with it some blessed rain and a cooling of temps. I look forward to the crispness in the air, and sound of leaves rustling under my feet (instead of cripsy, dead grass).

Just as the northern states dread winter, and their utility bills go sky-high, so it is with us southerners, but during the summer for us. I dread summer, and this one has been particularly brutal. I am quite surprised at how the temperatures just BROKE, and once we were done with the 100+ heat, it was just GONE. Very strange, but you won't hear me complaining. Maybe in the coming months I won't have chest pains and dizziness every time I open the electric bill.


Edith Ann said...

I can remember as a child running all around the back yard when the first norther was blowing in.We'd work up a sweat in that cool air, and then freeze when we stopped.

There is a different feel to the air in the fall. A crispness, if you will. It is as good as the first warm day of summer, which seems to have a soft, pillowy feels about it.