The morning light was different today. A few dark clouds bathed the deck in shadows while sunlight glinted through tree branches in another part of the yard. I was chilly standing on the deck so I came inside and got a sweatshirt then went back out and enjoyed a bit more of the morning. The windows are still closed, but the back door is open and sunlight is pouring onto the floor where Fern is sleeping. Gracie is having her morning nap on the couch.

I haven’t much going on this week. Actually, I have nothing going on, not a single event planned. My dance card is totally empty, and I can’t remember the last time that happened. I do need to get an allergy shot, but I don’t count a shot as an event. Wednesday is supposed to be in the high 70’s so I’m thinking I’ll pencil in a ride with the lovely Miss Gracie. We haven’t done one in a while.

The other day I dug my slippers out of the debris at the bottom of my closet. My feet were cold, a sure indicator of the changing of the seasons.

Here in New England every season has its own wardrobe. Fall is a warm sweater. It’s shoes and socks and cozy clothes for the chilly nights. Winter is the layered season, a sweater and a warm shirt under a heavy jacket. It’s mittens and hats and fleece lined boots. Winter is a blanket on the bed. Spring is a bit of winter and a spark of summer. It’s a warm jacket on a chilly day or a lighter one on a sunny day. It’s an open window and fresh air. Summer is sandals and short sleeves. It’s cotton weather. It’s a pair of shorts and a t-shirt.

Today is a long sleeve shirt day but still a sandal day.