You never really know what the weather will hand to you when living in a state like Vermont. One day it's hot, the next cold, the next sun, the next snow. Today as I left for work the thermometer caught my eye. It read close to 60 degrees fahrenheit. I thought, "That can't be right." All the same, I enjoyed the cooler air and the brief gusts of wind while I walked to my car.

I drove to the office with the windows down, wishing I'd brought a sweatshirt, and rolled into the parking lot chilly. I checked my weather widget when I got inside and it read 62 degrees. I just looked again and it's 69.

Fall is coming to Vermont, and I'm loving it. For the last few weeks I have been longing for the feeling that can only be labeled "October." I want to wear long pants and a hooded sweatshirt to work and be comfortable. I want to walk outside and not feel hot and sticky. And today I have all of that, but with leaves on the trees.

The next two days bring some heat back but soon enough we'll cool down.

Some days I really love living here. Because of that I am adding a new category to this blog entitled, Vermont. I am going to pay a little more attention to the world around me and see if I can make more entries about them.