Seasonally Challenged

Because it is September, I've shifted into autumn mode.  I've put flannel sheets on the bed, and when I dress in the morning I put on a cozy shirt and jeans and slip my feet into my fleece-lined clogs.  I make myself a cup of tea and contemplate whether to put the fixings for chili or soup in the slow cooker.  Then, I open the door to the garden and realize that it's going to be another Indian Summer day over 80 degrees, and more likely over 90.

I could tell you that this is an aberration, but truth be told, I've always been a bit out of synch with the weather.  Even though I was born and raised in California, I think I'm a New Englander at some deep core level, and I'm living with their seasons no matter where I am.  Which explains why, when I was in college in Southern California, I showed up at my friend's house for Thanksgiving dinner wearing a turtleneck sweater and wool skirt and knit tights -- when it was 75 degrees out.

I do not know what mental climate zone my daughter lives in.  All she wants to wear are tank top, shorts and bare feet.  All year round.  I am frequently accused of over-using the motherly "Aren't you cold?" comment.


At any rate, I'm feeling decidedly Septemberish.  Perhaps I'll go outside and look for some leaves to rake.