The Autumn of 2012 has been one of the most enjoyable periods of my life that I can remember (when it comes to the weather). If you are a skinny, bony, rapidly aging dude that finds each and every approaching Old Man Winter as repulsive as I do, you know of what I speak.
Here we are on Pearl Harbor Day with the sun shining, and at 70-something.
Our Sweet Olive bloomed.
And her fragrance wafts up my extremely handsome nostrils each time I walk outside.
It's been bitchin' good around here!
But, the newly acquired Confederate Rose has given up the ghost. She only has one dark red bloom, and a bunch of dead blossom-lookin'-dealies hanging on for dear life.
The Mrs., and myself have noticed that we have a dookie-load of acorns falling from the Live Oak...more than either of us can remember in the 16 Autumns we've lived here.
And, we ALL know what that means.
Old Man Winter will be here in a couple of days. Mr. Weather even said so! (Local readers will know who I'm talking about)
Crud...I am not looking forward to Tuesday morning! (Isn't there a store named something like that?)
So...why did Andy post such a lame blog post dealie about the weather? Everybody knows that EVERYBODY talks about the weather, and we can't do nothing about it.
Well...I was just trying to make sure I remembered how to use The Globber.
That''s really why.
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