Hoping to tour Douglas Fenn Wilson’s mansion

<em><strong>January at midnight, April at noon</strong></em>

As often happens for me on this last Tuesday of the month, I marvel at how it’s nearly time to turn a calendar page again. Can it really be that January 2014 is quickly approaching its final days? With the untimely weather, it’s hard to know what month it is.

<em><strong>Autumn in January</strong></em>

Looking out the window last week, as a few strong gusts of wind blew the last of the leaves off the trees, it looked and felt like autumn. The warmth during the days is doubly deceiving; is this summer? Or is it spring? Back in the day, we used to call days like we’re experiencing now Indian summer, a most beautiful harvest time of year.

Maybe February will finally bring the much-needed rains … or possibly, we’ve had them between the day I wrote this and the day you’re reading this. Goodness knows they are wanted.

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