September 13 @ 10:18 pm
I love this time of year in Seattle. The weather becomes a real crap shoot, it’s cold at night, the leaves start to turn here and there. It’s more dynamic. Yes it gets grey and wet, but I like that. Call me odd but sunny, warm weather just isn’t what I long for.
I went out to grab dinner earlier this evening and the wind was really picking up. It had been cloudy, cool and a bit wet all day. I don’t know why, but it invigorates me somehow. Now it’s raining gently out. I have the window open and I can hear the rain hitting the driveway outside. It’s so peaceful…


September 14 @ 4:27 am
I love the sound of rain. There’s just something so soothing about it for me.
This pic is fantastic! I really likey!
M~
September 14 @ 6:34 am
nice pics Micheal! I’m with you…I love to hear the sound of the rain..but I’m a warm sunshiney kind a girl…all that grey drags me down after awhile. I gotta have some sun! Stacie
September 14 @ 7:22 am
Today was the first day that it was actually chilly here in Knoxville. Yes, Autumn is on the way and I love this 6 weeks as I can still wear shorts, but can toss on a sweatshirt to stay warm… plus football!
September 14 @ 9:42 am
When I awoke this morning and the rain was hitting the roof, I just wanted to turn over and snuggle with my sweetie and stay under the covers.
I love Autumn in Seattle. The nights are cool enough so you can sleep, and the afternoons are warm enough to go without a jacket.
September 14 @ 1:03 pm
I agree exactly. I love the kind of mornings where I wake up and see steam coming off the lake at the back of our property. The leaves turn beautiful shades of fiery red and yellows, and everything to me just seems more cozy.
I love the idea of taking walks outside (especially at dawn) when the air is brisk, clear and light. Autumn is of course my favorite season, ever since I was a little girl and my mother sang me this poem:
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock,
And you hear the kyouck and gobble of the struttin’ turkey-cock
And the clackin’ of the guineys, and the cluckin’ of the hens,
And the rooster’s hallylooyer as he tiptoes on the fence;
Oh, it’s then’s the times a feller is a-feelin’ at his best,
With the risin’ sun to greet him from a night of peaceful rest,
As he leaves the house, bareheaded, and goes out to feed the stock,
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock.
They’s something kind o’harty-like about the atmusfere
When the heat of summer’s over and the coolin’ fall is here–
Of course we miss the flowers, and the blossums on the trees,
And the mumble of the hummin’-birds and buzzin’ of the bees;
But the air’s so appetizin’; and the landscape through the haze
Of a crisp and sunny morning of the airly autumn days
Is a pictur’ that no painter has the colorin’ to mock-
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock.
The husky, rusty russel of the tossels of the corn,
And the raspin’ of the tangled leaves, as golden as the morn;
The stubble in the furries–kind o’ lonesome-like, but still
A-preachin’ sermons to us of the barns they growed to fill;
The strawstack in the medder, and the reaper in the shed;
The hosses in theyr stalls below, the clover overhead!–
O, it sets my hart a-clickin’ like the tickin’ of a clock,
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock!
Then your apples all is gethered, and the ones a feller keeps
Is poured around the celler-floor in red and yeller heaps;
And your cider-makin’ ’s over, and your wimmern-foks is through
With their mince and apple butter, and theyr souse and sausage too! . . .
I don’t know how to tell it–but ef sich a thing could be
As the Angels wantin’ boardin’, and they’d call around on me–
I’d want to ‘commodate ‘em–all the whole-indurin’ flock–
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock!
There are more atumn poems here too:
http://www.theholidayzone.com/autumn/poetry.html
September 14 @ 1:08 pm
I love it too. We had rain also today, and supposed to even snow some tonight. My favorite weather
September 14 @ 4:04 pm
The chill in the air is invigorating to me, I think because somehow I feel a sense of renewal. I love chilly, gray weather, love the crisp wind blowing and making fallen leaves dance…and I love rain…though many people think it is a lonely and depressing sort of climate… I get lost in it and feel at peace.
September 15 @ 6:48 am
I think the invigorating feel of fall weather is ancestral in origin. The chill in the air was our cue to move to warmer climes, before we could build permanent shelters.
September 15 @ 12:26 pm
I love windy weather. It was rare in Central FL where we lived. But living near the mountains where I do now… we get to enjoy the wind more. It *is* invigorating.
Now let me get this straight… you’re saying that ONLY this time of year, the weater in WA is a crapshoot?? LOL
(I’m teasing. No I’m not. LOL).
~S
September 15 @ 9:30 pm
Oh, I love your new blog look!