It is fall.
Like clockwork. Nothing in this place is ever on time, nobody heeds the clock; except nature, it seems. Saturday was September 21st, first day of fall, and like clockwork, fall has set in. Friday was warm and sunny, Saturday was cool, with fog and rain in the mountains. The first yellow leaves came with the wind, and although we haven’t gotten to the smell of rotting leaves and mushrooms yet (that’s in another two months), it definitely is fall.