A Definite Change in the Seasons

One thing about living on the east side of the mountains is that we have more defined seasons. Well, actually we have hot, hot summers and cold, cold winters. Spring and fall are just the week between the two.

I come from the west side. The summers are milder, but fall, winter, and spring are also known as the rainy season. It’s starts raining in October and doesn’t stop until June. The days are gray and wet. No one who hails from the west side owns an umbrella. Because this is the world I come from, I love the few days around here where it rains. I am so much more productive. Everyone else mopes around whining about the rain.

Fall comes on all the sudden. One day you look out and the leaves have changed colors and started to fall from the trees. Then the next day, we get a rainy wind storm and the leaves are no longer on the trees. It’s time to clean up the yard for the winter. I hate to pull out the flowers when they still have color on them, but if I don’t do it now, the snow will be here soon and it will be too late.

We refilled the bird feeder today for the last time this season. Later, we discovered why the feeder empties so fast.

It appears that mama found the feeder and helped herself. She didn’t even flinch when I yelled at her. She almost dared me to come out there. Meanwhile her babies ate the last of the apples that blew off the tree today.

The snow will be here before we know it. The days of going to work in the dark and coming home in the dark are just around the corner. But so are Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Year’s. I love this time of year!