Another American Adventure: october

Friday, October 1, 2010

october

(Our Neighbor's Door Decoration - Jubilee is afraid of it!)

It's October already, and cool here today. This is the kind of cold that feels really good. I think it is the dry air or something. My body exults in it, and doesn't want to come back inside where it is warmer (like 70 degrees inside). I keep the door cracked open so that it gets down to 68, but I think it is still in the high 40s outside. This weekend we’re supposed to break into the 30s at night.

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BarbaraOctober 1, 2010 at 7:39 PM
It was around 60 F here today. It will probably be around 50 F overnight. Seems colder where you are than up here in the Great White North.
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Sally ClayOctober 2, 2010 at 3:37 AM
Believe it or not, it's actually getting cooler here in Florida, too. When I opened the porch door this morning I received a sharp, refreshing waft of autumn air.
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beth cioffolettiOctober 2, 2010 at 6:01 AM
It IS colder here, at least for now, Barbara. 36 degrees this morning. I've been watching the temps and Cranberry TWP looks to be a few degrees lower than Montreal for the lows.

Great news about cool weather in FL. I'll be back for awhile in a couple of weeks.
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"The wilderness was uncanny, unknown. Benjamin Franklin had already invented his stove in Philadelphia by 1753, and Thomas Jefferson was a schoolboy in Virginia; French soldiers had been living in forts along Lake Erie for two generations. But west of the Alleghenies in western Pennsylvania, there was not even a settlement, not even a cabin. No Indians lived there, or even near there.

"Wild grapevines tangled the treetops and shut out the sun. Few songbirds lived in the deep woods. Bright Carolina parakeets - red, green, and yellow - nested in the dark forest. There were ravens then, too. Woodpeckers rattled the big trees' trunks, ruffed grouse whirred their tail feathers in the fall, and every long once in a while a nervous gang of empty-headed turkeys came hustling and kicking through the leaves - but no one heard any of this, no one at all."

Annie Dillard, An American Childhood.