High Clouds.

Gray morning, rain out east and a little more back behind to the north and west, but nothing for us. Warmer. That winter crispness is out of the air, and a kind of thick early fall has set back in. I can't quite say it's humid, but it's different. Which is what counts for weather these days. A kind of beauty attends to it all the same.

We spend most of fall swinging between September and December. What I need now, I think, is the three days of 42-degree rain. I want to plant bulbs all day long in the frigid mud and then come inside and make too much chili. I could use a little fog. Or sleet. I'm about ready for that.