Wow, I'm really terrible at this whole "blogging" thing...

You know, the reason I started this blog (my fourth...or fifth...geez, I suck) was to give myself a special place devoted to recording and sharing the precious nuggets of wisdom and insight that rattle about in my head constantly. Only, I guess I really don't have any precious nuggets rattling about, 'cause if I did, I'd post more frequently than every 4 weeks.

Well, anyhow...

Hey, it's fall, right? That's cool.

Of course, the start of autumn in the South means a cessation of full-on summer, but not yet the arrival of cool, crisp days, nor the return of frosty, enchanted evenings. Nope, the early fall in the South is more about the decline and end of one season than it is about the start of another. Early fall in the South is really late summer, in the same way that late spring is really early summer. True fall (leaves, wood smoke, cider, pumpkins, crazy blue skies, banjos - yes, banjos: autumn is the most bluegrassy time of the year) is still better than a month away. But, hey, it's not 90 degrees, there's a chill on the breeze, and there are giant bags of Halloween candy in the stores, so we'll take what we can get.