That's how my dad would refer to this time of year. I've noticed a change in my senses the last week. When I pull something from the oven, the heat feels good, and I linger a moment to let the warmth sink in. When I run the water for my morning shower, I can smell the warmth, and it smells wonderful.
This morning when I work up, I noticed the house temperature is 62. I grabbed a polarfleece throw. It's time to wear wool and enjoy both the cool weather and snuggling into wool. Time to knit lots of socks!
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