the last of the warmish days

readers, it's getting cold where the baron lives. summer - and those really warm, wear-only-shorts-and-tank-tops-and-flip-flops-days - is long gone, so now she's trying to trick herself into believing that 60 degrees can pass for a mild day. it's not really working, sigh. sometimes, though, she sits on the wall at the top of the yard and looks out at the green expanse of the lawn. in the shade of the old oak tree, in her jeans and sweatshirt, she can almost feel a hint of summer.