I've just checked the weather.  It's going to be 85 degrees all week, again.  With some rain, which will make the air feel like a warm wet washcloth on the days when I actually try to jog.

The trees are lush with the recent rainfall.  "Turn pretty colors?" they ask.  "WHY?"

I imagine the pumpkins are sweating their asses off in their patches, getting ready for their big debut.

I'm not usually one to gripe about warm weather, but we had a day or two there of blissful 75-degree perfection.  WANT. IT. BACK.  Loved it!  The little angel played outside for over an hour.  She did not get bored in the vapid air conditioning, staring at her same old, boring toys.  She chased bunnies!  And squirrels!  She stacked rocks!  She pretended to water the grass! She dug in the dirt!  She did all of those glorious, free, no-toys-required things that little kids do when it's not so dang hot outside.

So, okay, trees.  Let's see some action.  And tell the sun to lay off for a while.   I know, global warming.  But come on!  It's time for autumn!