Yesterday was the first cool day in a long, hot, dry summer. I welcomed it. We are moving into my favorite part of the year. Spring in Montana can be rough and slow to come. Seems to come in starts and stops. My lilac bush greening up tells me when it is the beginning of spring and my red maple finally greening up tells me when it is finally summer. By mid-July heat I am wishing for Fall.
Fall is a cool, gracious slide toward Winter.
I am not a sweatshirt guy. Maybe it is the name - sweat shirt. Just sounds like I am going to be uncomfortable. I own one and I normally only wear it when I go sledding.
I do have the nicest fleece jacket - so soft and plush. I found it in a shop in West Glacier and the price was great too. Maybe I need to get it out of the closet. Still too early to wear, but when you need it, you need it and don't want to spend a long time trying to find where the hell you put it.