It’s fall.

 

 

 

The past few days have been AMAZING in NE Tennessee. Summer’s humidity has finally fled in the face of autumn’s crisp and sudden arrival.

I LOVE fall. I always wanted to be born and married in September. Didn’t happen. I’m a June baby and a January wife.

We were dying to enjoy the weather on Monday so we headed up to our very own mountain for a walk. I’m pretty sure I live in one of the only mid-sized cities in the world that has an entire mountain (capped with a lake) smack in the center of everything.

They care for injured and disabled raptors at the park, and I decided that I’m going to kidnap their American Kestrel. He’s adorable!

Is this even a deer? It doesn’t look recognizable to the beefsteaks they grow where I’m from in the Midwest.

 

Lest you should think that being photogenic comes naturally:

 

I just checked the humidity. It’s 68%. Does that give you any idea of how humid it’s been?