Fall, sorta...

These trees along Kirby's walk at the Willamette River have lost most of their leaves, not because of autumn, but because of the dry, dry, dry weeks and months.

I nearly danced naked in the front yard tonight when I felt the first drop of rainfall on my arm. I thought that might be a bit of an overreaction, so I stayed clothed…and my neighbors remained thankful, for the rain, for my clothing.