Early yesterday morning, I stepped outside to to admire the pink rim of the sunrise and was greeted by a slender edge of the moon, still glowing bright in the southeast sky. It was a cool morning, the sort we've been enjoying for a few weeks now. I love to be outside in the dark cool and as I stood outside yesterday I was reminded that cool will soon be replaced by cold and a different sort of morning all together.
In the last few weeks, our days have been mild, mostly in the 70s. Things have been dry, especially compared to our summer. I have begun to worry that my dahlias, planted late this spring, might not bloom thanks to these cool fall days. The buds are there, but now it's a race against time.