Indigenous People of America summer
Early last week, I noticed my cheeks were a healthy shade of red. I didn’t expect to get color this late in the year, especially since I was in Pittsburgh the whole time. It was 80 degrees! In October! In Pittsburgh! That’s both weird and wonderful.
If this is global warming, it’s just the tip of the iceberg, literally and figuratively. Don’t tell Al Gore, but I was having a great time.
It wasn’t such great weather for my grass, which went from verdant green to a toasty brown. It was, however, great weather for “sitting on the porch, gabbing to friends and drinking a cold one.”