Fall, as in First Day Of

It is the first day of Fall.

Not officially, of course. That's past. But October 1st was the first day that the temperature reflected the season. It was cool, the kind of weather which prompts one to pull out the sweaters from the storage box and have a nice, hot cup of cocoa and look out the window at the turning leaves.

Adam looks out the window at the thermometer every morning now as he is going out the door to school, checking to see if he is wearing the appropriate layers. {The needle range has dropped somewhat, idling between forty and fifty, prompting the use of heavier jackets.} Oddly enough, on that first cold day, he still wore his shorts -- with the jacket.

The rains will be coming soon. Not terribly cold - yet - but signaling that our long dry spell is coming to an end, and the storms of Autumn will be rolling in.

The bicycles may still be useful for getting to school for a while, probably until the end of November; but then the wind and the temperature and the precipitation will conspire to reduce their usefulness, and they'll be put away in the loft of the garage where we won't trip over them, and true Winter will begin.

Meanwhile, we're hoping that the road crews will finish their work so we might be able to take advantage of the new bike paths before the snow comes along and freezes the world into immobility.