Praise the Lord, it's about time! For past few weeks, when the air is supposed to be crisp and cool, when soups instead of salads are being served for dinner, when sweaters and jeans replace tank tops and shorts, we instead have been suffering through record breaking highs in this area.
I know that this is happening all over the country; global warming is not backing down. But this is particularly disturbing for me in Western PA. See I don't live near an ocean where I can bear the heat while frolicking in the water or laying on a sandy beach getting a kicking tan. I have driven to Lake Erie and Geneva on the Lake. But, that's not a hop, skip and a jump away destination. So my feeling is, since we can't benefit from the water in the summer, then we should reap the benefits in the fall. Not lately.
This picture was taken last year around this time. Isn't it gorgeous? The Hills of Pennsylvania. Not quite the Hills of Connemara but you get the idea. The leaves haven't even really changed around here yet. Which is causing me great fear that we might bypass Autumn all together and slip right into the hands of Old Man Winter. YUCK! I don't like that man. He's never around at Christmas. And the older he gets, the more stubborn he is. When I was little he used to pay us a visit on the days leading up to Christmas all of the time. He NEVER does that anymore. He's just plain sadistic if you ask me. Oh he likes to mess with me, that's for sure. I beg him to come at Christmas but he thinks it is more fun to show up on my birthday (March 10.) Who needs him then??
Anyway, I digress. The high on Friday is expected to be 56. Now just as the Old Man gets on my nerves, Mother Nature (his witch of a wife) likes to mess with people too. I mean that's a 30 degree difference from Monday. But, at least she's willing adapt to the situation. I think that like any mother, she got a little too busy and had to shift priorities around. But, she appears to be heading back on track for this area. It's about time!