The weather has changed here at 49 ° latitude north, the days still warm and sunny, but the nights are cool. The memories of nights when we slept with the fan running and the windows open are receding fast, soon to be filed with memories of previous summers. The windows in the house that were open until last week are shut now in response to the cool, moist air, and I think of the various winter-proofing tasks that will soon be due. The cats are happy to come in in the evenings now, no longer eager to stay outside, wandering the neighbourhood until all hours. Now they want to sleep on the bed, snuggling in close to the warmth. Our son doesn’t want a cat sleeping on his bed, and they’re not allowed in the baby’s crib, so we are their remaining option. The garden is still active, the roses blooming and the phlox and hydrangeas towering over the calendulas. The signs of autumn are here as well though, the plums and blueberries all gone, the pears mostly so. Only the tomatoes are still ripening on their vines. The summer seemed so short this year, I hope the autumn stays longer, gives us more sun before we are subject to the grey and gloom of winter.
Sep 162006