Noch zomer noch winter

Fall is becoming a mix of seasons, not quite summer, not yet winter.  The trees are still largely green and leafy, there are occasional days of sunshine and t-shirt temperatures.

At the same time, the clouds are low and threatening, the wind blows cold, and the leaves swirl around my ankles as I walk the paths.  Definitely a taste of winter threatening summer.

Herfst.

The riders are better prepared than the trees: bundled against the weather like dark shadows of Michelin Men.

I’ve broken out the gloves and earmuffs, experimenting with combinations of warmth ahead of the serious weather. So far, the Locomoteif is shouldering through the mud and wind like a champ; I’m building up some endurance against the challenges to come.