After weeks of continuing temperatures with lows in the seventies, and highs in the low nineties, the first cold front brought lows in the forties and highs in the sixties. It's a pleasant relief. The cooler, drier weather makes yard work much easier to deal with. The one caveat is our lack of rain means fires will be very small, if at all. After we get some rain, I'll rake and burn leaves.
This is the time of the year when I will replace my Crocs with the holes with those that don't. I like Crocs. With my stomping around the yard, semi-wading around the pond while weed trimming, and the dust, stopping at the water hose before returning into the house is mandatory. I can rinse them off, let them dry a little, and not track anything into the house.
The return to standard time is soon, which means my dog (smarter than a substantial percentage of politicians) will ignore our silly manipulation of clocks and continue with his schedule that follows the most efficient use of daylight. That means he'll wake somewhere around 5:30 am, instead of 6:30 am. He, unlike most people, won't be affected by the ridiculous semi-annual adjustment of bodily functions to accommodate ignorant humans.