Fall has not really come forth to Chico just yet. It seems to be taking it's time and choosing the Indian Summer to remain as long possible. I do like Indian Summer, but I'd prefer fall.
So, the ol' weatherman says it's going to rain tomorrow in Chico. I sure hopes so. It would just clear things out, make things look greener, make the air smell delicious with Fall and my mind will be tricked in getting out my warm and cozy blankets, sweats, sweatshirts and slippers.
But it's still suppose to be in the low/mid 80's even the day after the rain tomorrow. What is up with that?
But my true excitement comes when winter hits. Oh, how I love winter. It's the smell, the rains, the cold air, the constant rains, the fog, the loss of leaves, the air of holidays to come.
Winter is so comforting to me. Perhaps it speaks to my melancholy spirit but it also lifts me up to no end.
I'm sure I'm one of very few who deal well with winter. And I'm sorry for those who really struggle with it. I suppose summer is much like to me as winter is to others. Truly.
Particularly summers in Chico. It's just too D..... hot and we don't' have central heat and air. So i feel like I suffer greatly. But oh, poor me. Good grief!
Will it rain tomorrow? That's really my question and my request.
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