While I was outside a few minutes ago, I heard the first acorn of the year fall on the metal roof of the garage over my back fence. With the chill in the air, it is a reminder of approaching autumn.
While I stood in the dark, looking at the thin sliver of the late rising moon, I heard meowing nearby. The cat from across the street had taken advantage of the absence of my cats and had come exploring. She is always careful to wait until I am alone to say hello to me. I think she knows that my cats are the jealous type.
It is likely that the hottest days of summer are still to come, but this cool night is like a temporal oasis in the seasonal desert. Maybe that is why my cats have chosen to spend the night sleeping indoors, and the oak tree has dropped an acorn. We are all willing to pretend for a while that the dog days are past. The dogs, I'm sure, have other ideas.
