Down by the riverside......

Ain’t this transitional weather a kick in the old patootie..
Mark Twain described the weather in northern California as ‘year-round’ summer ‘n I s’poze compared to the weather back in what was then referred to as ‘the States’...it surely was.
The transition from summer to winter, like the transition from winter to summer, what other climes refer to as Spring ‘n Fall, is subtle here in the Sackamenna Valley....Spring moves northward at about twenty miles a day which means that the duration here is about five hours or so...’n the way to recognize Autumn here on the banks of the American River is the gov’t mandated time change when almost ev’rybody turns their clocks backward an hour on a designated Sunday thereby signalling the PC among us to put away their white clothing ‘n sandals.....’course, no one in California ever puts away their sunglasses ‘n the very cautious still use sunblock ev’ry day....at least until the rain ‘n fog appears ‘n that’s usually around Christmas-time (I don’t know how other religions mark the coming of winter ‘n frankly I don’t care)....My teenage grandson recently remarked on FB that he was no longer a Christian ‘n I’m wondering if we still have to give him a Christmas present....’course, maybe he’ll still embrace Christianity for a couple weeks in December but I may be cynical (comes with dotage, don’cha know).....
Anyways.....the sun is shining, there’s a coolish breeze ‘n the leaves on the liquidamber trees have all gone red....’n I need t’make a run to Costco so’s they won’t go bellyup in this recovering economy...well, that’s what the administration dogs say...trouble is, I’m old enuff to remember all the jokes from the last depression about prosperity being just around the corner ‘n I ain’t gonna hold my breath for it....