And so it goes, another summer fades away to fall. To torture Central New York further, the final weekend day of August is marked by rain. The weather mocks us. Again.
Autumn is not my favorite season, but it appears to have arrived. As Sean Kirst writes about today at Syracuse.com, the bridge to the next season seems to have opened early, as all but one Onondaga County apple orchard is open for picking.
Of course, the length of fall is always questionable. The earliest I remember snow locally was the last weekend of September and that was back in the mid-1990s. If you take the Farmer’s Almanac seriously, winter could start anytime now and really stink.
The Wife starts back to school on Tuesday, followed by The Kid on Wednesday. My first Walk To End Alzheimer’s event is Sunday.
And so it goes.