Seasonal sidenotes

What a beautiful autumn day. The temperatures have boldly claimed the low 70's, laughing in the face of what we were experiencing a few days ago. But, alas, it's not to be permanent. It is fall in Indiana and the weather is as fickle as sixth grade romance.

A cold virus has taken residence in my nose assuring me that we shall postpone our South Carolina trip for at least two days. The sniffles and sneezing seem out of place today as I feel the sun's warmth and take one last fleeting look at it before it succumbs to clouds, rain, and lower temperatures forecasted.

But, hey, this is Indiana. We have defineable seasons here. There is no blur between equinoxes and solstices in our neck-of-the-woods. When it comes to presenting seasons, our state subscribes to letting its "nay be nay, and its yea be yea". There nothing wishy-washy about its character.

I wouldn't wish for it any other way. Hoosiers rock.