Ah fall! Glorious season?
The days grow shorter. The increasingly slanted sunlight is sparkly and crystal clear, but less warm. The leafs turn color and start to fall. The birds raucously fill the sky as they head for southern climes. The bugs die off
. The cool breezes start to blow. The mice and squirrels have commenced their annual migration into the house. My wife (not me) starts dreaming of perfect turns on the ski slopes.
But I grow depressed; for me this season is bittersweet at best.
The dark, cold, boring, physically inactive time is coming. The good, warm, active times are ending. Hibernation is in store.
The boats and MGs, with all of the memories of summer places been, friends met and enjoyable miles traveled in them, have to be put to bed or, as in the case of the snowblower, revived (oil changes/anti freeze,etc. on 7 engines), the homestead buttoned up, the home and shop heating systems prepped and the prebuy on oil and propane dealt with.
The sidewalks get rolled up and the tourists depart. A summer tourist's town's mixed blessing: less congestion but less income.
I HAVE to find something to do with myself this winter.