I threw off the covers this morning once I heard that pesky alarm go off, then snuggled back under them again for forty more winks.  Yup, that first chilly morning in Fall and you feel the chill in the air after slipping out of the warm covers.  But wait – Fall still isn’t here until September 22^nd.

It sure felt Fallish when I left for my walk and the temperature was 53 degrees.  I half-expected to see a trail of condensation coming from my mouth in the cool air.  I surrendered my short-sleeved tee-shirt and wore a sweat suit after freezing at the Park yesterday.  Even though the sun was out full strength by the time I finished a brisk, five-mile walk, I still hadn’t broken a sweat.

My boss is on his annual freighter trip and departed from the port of St. Joseph, Michigan late this morning.   He is aboard the S.S. Alpena and will travel through Lake Michigan and Lake Huron, down through Marysville and hop off the boat on Sunday evening in Detroit.  I hope he took his long johns with him.

I made my way down to Council Point Park quick like a bunny, partly because I was cold, and, also because I am striving for a new mileage goal for Labor Day.  My mantra lately has been: must walk more miles!  Along the way I startled a cute bunny who quickly turned tail and hopped off, his powder puff  behind bouncing up and down as he bounded away.  I did not take his hasty departure personally.

The perimeter path at Council Point Park was jammed with walkers, all enjoying the cool weather which gave them the extra incentive to get more steps done, instead of that dragged-out feeling we all have when the temps are hot or humid.  The sentiment of the morning that was exchanged among the regular walkers was “I’m just loving this cool weather, aren’t you?”

Like yesterday, it was another nature lover’s delight, though the absence of the honkers told me that the geese gathered for breakfast at another venue.  The blue jays made up for the noise level as they were screeching at one another and making a ruckus from several treetops.  The squirrels were everywhere, no doubt ensuring that they got a big helping of peanuts as they sensed the coolish temps meant they should start stockpiling nuts for Winter.  All too soon, that cold weather will be here permanently and my peanut pals will be bulking up, so that they will be waddling, instead of scampering across that asphalt path to greet me.

There were bunnies galore at the Park, munching on grass and paying me no heed whatsoever as I walked past them, unlike their counterpart from the ‘hood.

They noticed I was duly suited up for the cooler temps and would not be snatching one of them to snuggle up to, as I threatened to do yesterday.

It’s hard to believe that Labor Day weekend is on the horizon, and sadly that is the unofficial end of Summer.  We won’t write off the hot weather and Summer yet, because the calendar and the temperatures often don’t jibe, do they?