Fall is coming. There's no question about it this morning. We stepped out to make the morning rounds into the first really coool morning air this summer. Upper 40's with that faint, yet unmistakable scent of Fall in the air. I suppose any normal person would've stepped back inside and donned a jacket, but I've never been particularly normal especially as pertains to the weather. It was a nice morning to me.

When we got to the pond the mist crawling across the water only confirmed my suspicions. I wonder if Beyla was thinking the same. She's probably too absorbed in the canine world of scent to really care much. It's hardly cold enough yet to penetrate that fur of hers.

It's hard to beleive on a morning such as this that it'll be in the 90's this weekend. But now is the time when the seasons will struggle against each other. The new season seeking dominance over the old, while the old tries to hold it slipping grasp. The new season always wins in the end, only to be defeated by the next one in a few months. But that's the way of things. The changing of seasons is one of the things that makes living in New England great.