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Discussion in 'The Observation Bar' started by Trenchfriend, Sep 22, 2019.
...the air starts to smell like smoked bacon.
You. Can't. Stop. Sneezing.
That's probably the cool, damp air enhancing the delicate fragrance of the coal-fired power stations.
Here, it's coming from the woodstoves in the villages around our smalltown.
You know autumn is coming when you wrestle with the concept of wearing a mask and a fur fedora at the same time.
When the smell of leaf fires permeate the chilly air. Mmmm...
No tropical storms in the Atlantic!
Autumn, autumn?? Where can I buy this, actually??
You sleep under three blankets on Tuesday and no blankets on Wednesday.
When the skies turn grey and the clouds open up to a week of rain.
I wish. This last winter there was one day when it got dark and rained properly for about 10 minutes. Other than that we haven't had a decent rain in this part of the world for the last several years.
We got mountains on the coast....the rain clouds move in, hit the mountains and stay in place until all the water is dumped. Come October it will be grey for most of the time until March....if you suffer from SAD it can be tough.
Received as ordered.
When I need to put a coat on to take the mutt for his morning walkies. After august heat wave weather last week, we are now thrown into october without so much as a transition.
Our neighborhood isn't quite half-way between our local mountains and the nearest part of the coast--about 15-20 miles from either--but we're very close to some even-more-local hills that seem to noticeably affect the weather patterns here. I've been sitting here watching the news on television and they're showing parts of the Los Angeles area that are experiencing downpours, flooding, mudslides, traffic problems, and so on. Meanwhile, we're sitting here looking at bright sunlight coming in the windows. All. Day. Long. Sometimes I almost wonder if we're even in the same state.
...i drive to work in the dark again.
Winter begins when I also return home in the dark...
By the way, saw this year´s first Christstollen last Friday in the supermarket...
(I sure folks will hate me for this one...)
There's "pumpkin spice" food everywhere... coffee, creamer, Cheerios cereal, and who knows what else...
And while I don't mind it... I am not as crazy about it as some people.
Not quite as bad as the cinnamon scented oversized pine cones. I’m guessing it’s an artificial scent, and it’s nothing if not extravagantly overdone. A display of the things in the supermarket vestibule threatens to burn your eyes.