Weather Obsessed

I’ve been a little obsessed with the weather in the past few weeks, ever since I caught a whip of fall in late August. (Yes, I can smell fall. It’s a gift.) I’m eager to move the writing operation out onto the porch where I can catch a breeze and see the birds at the feeders.



Over the weekend the weather folks began pitching what wonderful weather we were going to have for the first of October. Sunday morning they were saying temps would be in the mid 80s. By Sunday night, the estimate had gone up to 86 or 87. This morning they were saying 88 or 89. My question: How is this fall? Even in Florida, nearly 90 is not autumn.


I have to cut them some slack, though. They seem to be as desperate for fall to come as I am. Since this was the third hottest Florida summer on record, I feel their pain.


I suppose I must be patient. I promise, though, that I will not be one of those people who complains about cold weather during the winter.


Unless it freezes. Then, all bets are off!

Happy writing.