Actually, it’s not quite fall yet–we have a few days to go.  But it was in the low 50s when I woke up this morning, notwithstanding the bright sunshine skimming the tops of the trees.  The air conditioner in the bedroom window was on a couple of weeks ago, but I doubt it will be on again.  I’ll need to take them out of the windows and store them in the basement soon.  Almost time to put in the storm windows.  I hate that task.

Fall has always been a time to start fresh.  Perhaps it’s because the air seems so clean.  Maybe it’s because here in Maine the summer never seems to fade into fall; it just happens, often over night.  One day you’re enjoying dinner on the back deck, the sun still up at 9:00.  A very short time later it’s getting dark by 7:30, and it’s too cold to eat outside.  (Although a glass of wine on the lower deck after work is still tolerable.)

Whatever it is, I always have used September as a time to begin doing something I’ve been meaning to begin doing for some time.  This year, I’ve decided to start writing again.  So, let’s give this blogging thing a try. 

I’ve been thinking about starting this blog for quite a while.  Those who know me are painfully aware that I frequently have something to say–whether it’s about placement of commas, the perennial fear of a Red Sox end-of-season collapse, single-malt scotch, splitting infinitives, bad drivers, bad presidents, good music, or just some random concept.  Perhaps this will give me a place to say it.

I look forward to seeing how it goes.