Mornings have been dipping into the upper 30’s. My Florida thin blood has me bundled up with hat, mittens and coat. My doxie/chichihua mix needs her sweater and stays under the quilt when inside to stay warm. We’ll be headed south in just a few more days.
Beauty knows no climate. Ragweed makes me sneeze, but it’s beautiful on foggy mornings covered with dew. The horse in the next pasture looks surreal as he watches us walk by.
One thing about staying so late in this climate is the remembrance of autumn. It’s not so evident in a zone 11 climate. Here, it’s a #5 Agricultural Zone. The big hay rolls from summer have faded to grey/brown. Sumac and sassafras are already coloring. Squirrels have been very busy with the acorns. I have to be extra careful for invading spiders and mice that would rather spend the winter in my RV safe from the elements.