Let There Be Light!

I can't really hold it against winter that it's cold, I actually sometimes wish we had a tad colder winters than the past few ones, but the lack of light gets me. Wake up in the dark, trudge to work in the dark, go home in the dark. Pretend it's not dark and go out in the evening. So now finally there's proper light in the morning. And that makes me even happier than a Pharrell song.

Early Autumn Lights

I love to follow the changing of the seasons in parents' yard and garden, because it's all so contained, I know every nook and cranny, so all alterations that would be small elsewhere, are very vividly noticeable here. Early autumn is almost never cold, but the light shifts into a muted hue, and all fruit is ripe-minus my grandmother's lemons that never make it into yellow.