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» Thursday, August 31, 2006
September Prelude
Nature is demonstrating in subtle ways that the "big show" is over and it's time to coast to a conclusion.

The trees won't change color here until the beginning of November, yet the big lush oaks, maples and other trees that I park under each day are casting the occasional yellow leaf or two down upon the asphalt. The relentless buzzing of the cicadas grows louder as the summer ends. The oaks themselves are already dropping acorns in preparation for the fall and the squirrels scamper about gathering them for the coming winter. There are still some steamy mornings when even at 6 a.m. there is no comfortable air, but more often the dawn is soft and cool, with fog rising over the Chattahoochee River and drifting among the trees that surround it.

Today, in fact, it's an amazing 77°F here just after noon because it appears we have been caught by the very outer edge of TS Ernesto's storm bands. After 99 degrees, 77 is nice, if not great.

There's still heat left at least until late September, more likely October, but summer's steel grasp has loosened slightly.