I am sitting on the sun porch, enjoying the cool early morning air, and the gunshots for the hunters. It's Fall, folks, and I have to say, that for the first time, I feel jilted because it is already here. This summer started late in the North Country, and I can feel it still in my souls battery. I am not ready to 'wind down' for the long, cold winter ahead. I just ain't. But, you deal with it. I have been spending almost all my free time on the crappy days holed up in my room doing art, watching West Wing, and reading. Today is going to be beautiful, so Diana and I will be doing the garage/shed shuffle. The summer stuff will be moved out of the garage, and the winter stuff in- like the snow blower, which I guess I will have to learn to use this year, since I will be the only one getting up early in the mornings. I am not fond of the snow blower. Maybe that will change. Who knows. I have finished everything I wanted to do to the yard this year. I am thrilled, because for a while it was looking dicey. Weather rarely changes softly here. It's usually a pretty quick and violent thing. The last few weeks summer has been wrestling with fall. Every now and again I hear fall screaming "Just give it up already! Jeeeez!!!", and summer grunting, huffing and struggling to get out from under fall's bulk and dish him out some serious whoop ass. Or maybe that's just me. So, I cherish every damn sunny day I get, and find some excuse to be outside for at least some of it. My entourage of kitties follows me around the yard, keeping me out of trouble and stopping with me to pay respects to Misty, who is quietly resting in the back yard in the cool shade of Autumn. Soon the snow will keep me from wandering, and I will plug in the treadmill and look out the window at the birds at the feeder. Till then, I will suck up every little bit I can.