A few hiccups, but I'm back.
Exactly two weeks ago, my youngest daughter declared that it felt like Fall. I agreed, and started thinking about Things To Do with the change of season. Screens to be removed from windows, wood to be stacked. You get the idea.
Today it's 86 degrees, and even my shrubs are understandably confused. The maple leaves aren't really dropping, and although there are pumpkins waiting at the farm stands, who cares? No one really goes apple-picking in this weather, do they? (Except for my friend Ella, who is out there picking away for the rest of us).
I decided to paint this Vermont farm, hoping that it will get me in the right frame of mind. I'm hoping, too, that next weekend will be cool (although I prefer downright cold) with lots of morning mist coming off the mountains.
The way it should be in October in New England.