It has been a Chilly Willy day. Damp and rainy makes the cooler temps seem like a chill that wants to settle into my bones. Speaking of my bones: Dennis’ 1966 Ford convertible is one I would not want to travel in when making a lot of stops. The configuration of my wrists allows Dennis to open the door for me. Gallant to say the least. The wrist used to bend that way . . . in addition to a thumb that asks “You want me to push that button in where?” Uncle Art (arthritis) just smiles.
I will keep my eye out for that early frost that is being warned about. I have two plants sitting next to the Koi pond that need to be taken into the patio porch. Yup, the season is changing and we need to accept it and be glad about it.