mjj (flemmings) wrote,
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Yellow fall is boosted by returned warm weather. (Why *can't* I call it Indian summer? I grew up believing that was what the (then) Indians called it, even if that doesn't make sense: last chance to harvest and hunt before the snows kept people indoors, sort of.) Time out of time, even if it was warmer a scant three weeks ago. That was an autumn warmth: this is more like a mild March, except for the burning trees. Middle of night trip to bathroom last week revealed an oddity: a reddish light shining through the front door onto my stairs. Went down to investigate and discovered across-the-street's porch light was filtering through my front lawn trees and thus casting red shadows. Which is odd, because by daylight the trees are uniformly gold or saffron or yallery-greenery.

Whatever, I have the windows open again for a while. This after having the furnace on last night because my house holds cold and the weekend had lows near freezing.
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