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I Spy...Fall!

It is nearly mid-October, and I have just one question: why am I still running my air conditioning?? I despise the heat and humidity. Neither agrees with me and the heat in particular aggravates my migraines. Needless to say, I have been very discouraged (not to mention annoyed) by the unseasonably warm weather in my neck of the woods. October has, thus far, felt more like August and I am too pale to wear shorts, so I suffer in long pants (yes, that is shallow, but trust me when I say you don't want to see my neon-white legs). Each morning, I longingly stare at my stash of sweaters and wonder when I will be able to snuggle into them. 
As Lila and I have been out on our walks over the past two weeks, I have eagerly searched out signs that fall weather will be here any moment. This reminded me of a game I used to play with my children when they were younger and I was trying to pass time and/or distract them and so I have been playing daily rounds of "I Spy" as a means of keeping up my spirits and reminding myself that fall IS just around the corner. 
Don't believe me? Let me show you... 

I spy...
Summer flowers fading...



and being replaced by fall mums






I spy...
Our neighborhood's first pumpkins...


and ghouls... 




I spy...
Not much left in our summer vegetable garden...
except purple kale...

or in our yard...
except dandelions that have turned to seed


I spy (with my little eye)...
Piles of wood for burning on chilly autumn nights...

but until then, they serve as a place which a very large (creepy) garden spider calls home...



I spy...
Leaves changing to fall colors...




that make beautiful wreaths

I spy...
The mist of cool golden fall mornings...




It won't be long...

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