Funny that an overcast, chilly day might be considered a positive omen for the week to come, but lying in bed this morning, I realized that the “plonk plonk” I heard in my half-waking was rain dripping on the gutter, and I felt relief.

The summer season has overstayed its welcome, and there’s been a palpable tension around town, with energy pulsing stronger the longer the heat lasted. In this weather, starting any task becomes an absolute chore, against which one has to weigh the time to be spent in the sun, how willing one is to get sweaty and to fight against dehydration. Around here it’s been made so much worse by the hurricane winds carrying pollen and dust from the north, with no rain to wash it away. Some days I have to wear a face mask indoors to prevent my sinuses from flaring up.

This late in the season, I was expecting a thunderstorm to break the heat’s hold…but this morning’s drizzle was light, and it brought the chill with it. More like a rolling drop of melted wax, than a rubber band snapping.

So, today is a day for planning. I need to get out the coats and boots, change the bed linens, check the insulation on the house, make sure the garden will have heating and can drain without freezing up…plenty of little tasks to keep me busy for the next month or two.

I’m in no hurry. The weather will probably fluctuate a little more before settling on the crisp temperatures that make the autumn season my favorite time of the year.

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