Powdery mildew. Mmmmm.

That's it, kablammy. It's fall. Last week was the last of the hot enough for a t-shirt days. Yesterday was be-a-utiful. Warm yet breezy and sunny with big puffy clouds. Today, overcast and under 20 and the rest of the weeks' forecast is under 20. Fall is irrevocably arrived.

With the end of summer, comes the end of my pumpkin patch also. The leaves have fallen victim to powdery mildew and must be destroyed. I have 4 pumpkins. They are not fat raccoon sized, more like, fat rabbit sized. However, they will do. I'm ready to change gears and kick into Fall mode. I'm thinking about scarves, stew and apple pie. To be honest, I've gone one step further and even thought about Christmas. Sorry, but I have. I've been using a tiny little fake tree the past few years. Mostly because of lack of space and the fact that no presents go under it as we always go to KW for Christmas. This year though, I will be 2 weeks from giving birth and ain't goin nowhere no how so I'm getting a real big spruce and I will make room for it. Oh yes indeed. I am a fan of the Christmas tree. But I leap much to far ahead with this train of thought.

I've been counting off weeks, mostly to remember when my 2nd trimester pilates work-out should change to my 3rd trimester and it's all been so abstract: 22 weeks, 24 weeks...Last night I converted it to months and thought: Holy poop, I'm nearly 6 months! Dig that, would you?

I guess another part of fall for me will be kicking out the knitting needles. Sitting around knitting for 3 hours doesn't seem right in the summer or spring, but somehow, in the fall, feels right. I should knit myself a winter coat since none of my coats are going to come anywhere near to getting all the way around my circumference...Maybe I could just by a reaaaallly long piece of wool and wrap myself up like a mummy in it when I need to go out. Could start a new trend.

Today, I feel like I should mark the seasonal crossover somehow. Perhaps I'll start by pulling out the pumpkin patch and end with a hot chocolate and figure out all the rest, in between, as I go along.

So long summer, smell ya later.