Goodbye Summer 2018

The autumnal equinox is here: “On Saturday, September 22, both the Northern and Southern hemispheres will experience an equal amount of daylight. For those of us in the Northern Hemisphere, it marks the beginning of fall, with daylight hours continuing to shorten until the winter solstice in December. For those south of the equator, it’s the beginning of spring.”

Technically speaking, the equinox occurs when the sun is directly in line with the equator. This will happen at 6:54 pm Pacific Daylight time on Saturday.

“Equinox literally means “equal night.” And during the equinox, most places on Earth will see approximately 12 hours of daylight and 12 hours of night.”

Wow! Can you believe summer is over, this year has simply flown by. It’s early morning and already I’m noticing the sunrise arrives later and later. Google tells me, “The Sun will rise at 6:37 a.m.” The shorter days bring cooler weather. Soon we will don our cozy flannel shirts and jackets for a trip to the market.

Autumn is a time to gather; to prepare for early darkness, a time to plan for the holidays, a time to re-examine your opportunities, and a time to give thanks. It is after Labor Day and the beaches once again are relatively quiet with the local surfers feeling the chill of the Pacific.

For Lori and I it’s a time to celebrate. This year we celebrate our 30th wedding anniversary at one of our favorite spots on earth, Yosemite National Park.

We are fortunate in California, our temperate climate allows us to appreciate outdoor activities. Remember, in November we “fall back” (clocks set back one hour). So, take advantage of the cool, crisp fresh air, the morning glow, golden sunsets, and the splendid colors of the changing trees.

Goodbye to summer . . .

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