Have you watched the Jimmy Dean commercials for their breakfast sandwiches? They feature Cloud, Rainbow, and Sun having a hard time waking up and getting going until they get a sandwich. They may seem to border on dumb or strange or odd, but that is the world of commercials, isn't it, and they do get their point across. There is one that has been on lately where Cloud is hanging low and gray until someone gives him a Jimmy Dean breakfast sandwich. Suddenly he perks up and floats up into the sky.
I think Pittsburgh needs a bunch of those sandwiches. We are home to the low-flying gray cloud. It hangs here most of the year. It can (and DOES) get depressing. I know one woman who's husband takes her on a trip to the water (any water) whenever she goes through 40 days of gray sky. That's a bunch of trips in the winter, let me tell you.
Well, Fall is our preparation for the winter doldrums. Summer days are much brighter than winter, but it is October when we have some of the best days. Blue sky, high white clouds, low humidity and perfect temperature are days to relish. Fall afternoons are spectacular. The late afternoon light on the hillsides are too magical to describe. Last Halloween, as neighbors gathered outside in prepartion for trick or treat a few of us were chatting when one pointed to the hillside. All conversation ceased as we stood transfixed at the glow on the trees from the setting sun.
The first weekend in October was miserable. A planned cookout and bonfire was moved inside as the rain poured for two days, matched only by the unseasonable cold. Last weekend was just the opposite. We climbed into the corvette, top down and drove north to the Franklin Apple Fest under a cloudless sky, and gorgeous scenery. Like a squirrel, it is these memories that I stockpile for the winter ahead and I pull them out frequently!
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