When I Smelled That the Autumn Had Come

The last 2-3 weeks have been 'hot' for the northwest. We finally sky-rocketed to the mid-90s, and I absolutely loved most of it. It was wonderful seeing blue skies and a yellow sun. My garden had a spastic fit, as the vegetables had no idea what exactly they were meant to do with all that heat. I was very hopeful for my tomatoes. The plant became so gargantuan, it broke its cage, and fell over to only grow into a wild tomato forest. There are millions of green tomatoes that need to turn red. Then on Friday, when I walked outside to take lunch to Bryan, I could smell autumn in the air. The sky was still blue, the sun bright and yellow, but the air was cool. Back down to the usual high 60s to low 70s. I woke on Saturday, excited to enjoy the cool autumn air while I stained our brick. It was not meant to be. The rain was back. And I mean BACK. The clouds are thick, billowy and gray, with no end in sight. This type of weather is depressing. No, not the rain, I enjoy the rain, but the clouds. I'm not accustomed to a blanket of clouds that does not change for days, sometimes weeks on end. There are no patches of blue sky, or bits of sun rays shining through. The day is only punctuated by mist, drizzles, rain, heavy rain, and wet rain. *Sigh* I'm hoping this is just the first of many small storms, and that the blue skies and yellow sun will show themselves several more times before the winter rain is back.