The days are clearly shorter.
I got up to complete darkness, around six, wondering if my internal clock was off. It was not. Within minutes I knew and got up.
While I was downstairs setting up the coffee, waiting for the grandchildren day to begin, it was pitch black out. By the time I had done my early morning coffee routine and fed Stewart, it was lighter out. The safety lights I had thought I was going to need were unnecessary.
Our walk was fast and it was slightly cold. As usual, I seemed to be dressed less well for the weather than the few people that I encountered. I almost think it is a philosophically instigated thing that I don’t seem as dressed for the weather as others, perhaps I am less willing to let go of the wonderful weather we have had.
I said ‘wonderful,’ despite the fact that we have had our usual ups and downs. The recent rains threw us off completely. Not far from us they had a full nine inches of rain. Luckily we had much less, but so much that the pond was close to overflowing and the ground water swelled to the point that we had standing sidewalk water. It took that standing water a day and a half to dissipate.
It is seven and the little ones are not yet here. It will be moments, however, before they are. The day will start with a bang; there will be no chance for long sips of coffee or perusing the paper at our leisure. We will be moving and chasing, and pulling out toys, and putting them away.
Coffee down, they are here!