We walked this morning, and the dogs were in rare form. Blackie Bear, is maybe 12 or 14 and he pranced like a young pup, rolling in the dew soaked grass, barking for joy. Charlie, just meandered sniffing butterflies, looking up at the sky. Astro, ran like a shiny black race horse gearing up for the Kentucky Derby, while Buddy ran in wild sporadic spurts. Taylor the Dump Dog, rambled down the trail moving faster than she has all summer. They all knew, this won't last, but there will be more days like this in the weeks to come.
The weather man is already saying back to the low 90's mid-week and 70's at night. But in the morning, once again we'll sit on the deck and drink coffee knowing it's just around the corner.
Those crisp mornings, and warm afternoons, when days grow shorter and the sunsets more vivid, more colorful every evening. Every where I look, there is a tinge of softening color on the tips of leaves.
To those of you who love fall as much as I do, hold on, it's coming. Right now is just the transitional period, summer holding on refusing to leave without a fight, autumn waiting smugly in the wings for her time to shine. Today, was a post card, just a reminder
autumn's coming soon.