I really wish that that said "shorts" season, but it doesn't.
You see, this is another whine about the weather.
We seem to have had about 2 weeks of spring - with a dash of summer thrown in over Easter weekend - and now we are back to a cold, rainy fall.
Seriously. The highs this week are only supposed to be in the 40s - 15 to 20 degrees cooler than average. The lows are supposed to be in the 30s. There's a chance of wet snow mixing in with the possible inches of rain we might get.
Luckily, I went out last Saturday and got the rest of the yard clean-up done. The downspouts are correctly attached. The peonies that are up around the house are all caged so that if the sun ever comes out and they grow they won't fall over.
There's no sign of the ornamental grasses, yet. The trees haven't leafed out. The sand cherry bush outside the bathroom hasn't even flowered, yet.
Oh, and the duck seems to have decided that we weren't quite the right fit for her and has left.
There's a special primary election tomorrow (for a county commissioner seat that opened up), so I guess maybe the weather is trying to make us all feel like it's November.
Weeks (months) like this I often consider moving back to Baltimore, where spring is an actual season that lasts more than 48 hours.