Now that I’m in my 4th Gulf Coast Florida summer, I believe I’m detecting the subtle changes that signal autumn around here. No, the Oregon grape leaves are not changing color. That’s my flash as I snapped away on the wooden ramp, trying to catch some distant lightening. 
Rainy season peaks in September, and we’ve had plenty of rain, lately, which the fish and other freshwater creatures will desperately need this winter. Our creek was dangerously low last April, nearly drying up, again. A few days temperatures have dropped into the 80’s, and this will become more frequent, now. I love the first cool mornings, and they’re right around the corner. Putting on a sweater is something to look forward to. 
With switching to a new grade level, I’ve noticed my mind working over time on a few worries, lately, and I’m reminding myself to not tell myself stories about them. Same old work/time related things. Things I want to improve or simply, finally adress. And as I consider issues I want to correct, I’ll try not to concoct scenarios around them. None of that helps me; I’m trying to look at the facts and work from there. In the meantime, I’m reading some teacher blogs that are helping me with time and paper management. I don’t understand how I can be organized in some ways, and absolutely not, in others.
Fall is the season of organizing and sorting, harvesting and preparing, and I want to enjoys its savor. I like the inspiration of the cooling, slowing down of fall. There will come that special day when California Dreaming will spontaneously pop out of my mouth as I walk the dog. Then I’ll know it’s really Fall in Florida.
I’m thinking that cloud reminds me of a woman paddling her canoe. And here I am, trying to use that current, in my own vessel. Happy paddling.
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