Officially, it started today – at exactly 7:21 this morning, before I’d even had my first coffee.
In reality, it came almost a month ago.
Autumn came early this year. One late August day I was basking in the heat of summer, fiddling with the controls on the air conditioner. Then, Wham…! – the next day it was autumn.
I got up in the morning and realized something had changed. The air just smelled different.
Even the campfires in the campground where we were staying smelled different – that sticky ‘get out the marshmallows’ smoke that had been wafting through the trees had acquired a distinctly ‘rake up the leaves’ bonfire characteristic.
But, the signs of a change of seasons were definitely around us.
The gardens are already being renovated and rehabilitated to get them ready for next spring and summer.
And I have found that I need to kick on the furnace for a bit in the morning to chase out the chill.
It’s still the stormy season on Mexico’s west coast and I see that Puerto Vallarta is hot and humid – 86° F (30 C). But I know that, before too long, the weather on those beaches will be perfect.