"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Well, I've reluctantly admitted to myself that summer's drawn to a close. I'm always in denial this time of year (hell, it's mid-October already).
So many great things won't be seen or heard until the warmth of Spring. Children laughing their way through sprinklers. Muscle cars, cheesy music emanating from ice cream trucks, the smell of barbeques. Sunbathing on the deck, drinks on the patio with friends, flowing breezy sundresses and all those things feminine and wonderful.
These and so many others are slowly being replaced with the necessities that Fall demands. It's time to break out the gloves and long coats. Which is a shame because there are some asses that simply should not be covered.
Did I really just say that?
For those of us not fortunate enough to live in a warmer climate, October's temperatures are here and they're unseasonably cool. Soon they'll drop further, accompanied by Fall's chilly wind. The kind of cold wind that mysteriously and very stealthily manages to get under your clothes and forces your happy parts to receed in to your body, where they stubbornly insist on hibernating for the winter.
Okay, for anyone who may be wondering this is an exaggeration. But it feels like that sometimes.
This weekend we'll be reluctantly putting the rest of our gardens to bed for the winter. So here's a quick look back on what was, and what will be again come Spring.