South October

It has been, what seems to me, unseasonably cold down here in the South. I remember packing my belongings to move to the South from the high deserts of the West where I was subjected to real winters. I gave all of my winter jackets, one of which was a sweet wool Filson, to my father because I was erroneously under the impression that the South was warm.

Now here we are, barely out of the summer months, and there is frost on the walking bridge. Time for a trip to Florida!