The majority is always wrong; the minority is rarely right.

Sunshine on my shoulder. Franklin Square. March 2012.

Theme Thursday already and it seems clear that we have well and truley had a change of SEASON down here at the arse-end of the world™.

Unfortunately, we appear to have waived goodbye to Summer and are entering into the gloomier mornings of Autumn. I cannot be certain, but I suspect that the shift has triggered a dose of SEASONal affective disorder in the youngest member of the clan. The fact that he is three-years-old and a boy seems to rule out early-onset-menopause as the cause of his sudden cantankerous irritability. Everybody else in the house just seems flat, and I suspect that we won’t snap out of it until the leave shift to a raging red and golden yellow and start committing suicide.

Comments

Mrsupole said…

I think you have one of the best cameras out there. I love all the pictures you take. This picture is a toss up between being in the shade and having the sun shine on you. Really cool.

I dread to have the summer heat come each year since I started menopause. I used to love the heat and hated the cold, now it is the reverse. But Spring and Autumn were always my favorite seasons. SoCal has some of the best weather during those seasons. Sunny during the day, not too hot, but then it cools down in the evenings and is oh so nice. The plants also love it here, which I guess explains why California grows so much of the US produce. Maybe I will try to grow a garden this year. Tomatoes are just not enough.

And you know that ice cream always helps end the cantankerousness.

God bless.

15 March 2012 at 21:45

Janice said…

What a gorgeous photo. I love the way the rays of light are peeking through the foliage.

16 March 2012 at 05:41

Irene said…

Great photo! And I agree all seasonal changes should be accompanied by ice cream.

16 March 2012 at 08:24

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