The temperatures are dropping into "normal" Autumnal variations, which here actually means pretty pleasant weather - before the cold starts migrating in and stays.
Autumn this year feels compressed to me. It is practically already the middle of October - that is a mere 2.5 months left in the year. Halloween in three weeks, Thanksgiving in 1.5 months, and Christmas in 2.5 months In this time I have three 1 week trips to The Ranch, two short planned personal trips, Thanksgiving, and Christmas/Christmas Break. And what is left of the work year to "complete" everything that is to be done.
If I get my Fall garden planted this year between now and the time it gets too cold, I will feel like I have made actually progress.
This year feels incomplete to me - or rather perhaps, I feel incomplete.
I am more and more taken by the fact that I feel strung out between places and lives. I am here in New Home. I am in Old Home. We (The Ravishing Mrs. TB and I) are working to manage our own lives and plans here, while my sister and I are working to manage my parents situation and estate at The Ranch in Old Home. In both locations, I am working through a job which a some level seems always in flux, as much due to the nature of the business as it seems to be due to the fact things I am working on seem to keep going back "to development".
I am everywhere - and strangely, I am nowhere.
In a way, perhaps, this is the essence of Autumn: The point at which Nature just gives up and decides to pack it all in. The season is done for the year, the growing and flying about and activity is done. Leaves fall, rains come, season turns cold, and everything gets an enforced rest and readjustment.
Perhaps that is what I need right now, this shedding of leaves to remove externalities and the flush of cold chill the sap and snap me into where I actually am - or perhaps, where I should actually be.