The calendar says it's fall; the oak trees confirm that as they've just begun to drop acorns. Our pear tree has fully bloomed again thinking it has a second spring. Our crape myrtle trees are making another run for summer. And our lawnmowers thought it was winter as they hadn't been used for the entire month of August. (They were rudely awakened by me from the beginnings of their long winter's nap to return to active service after hurricane rains this month.)
Moon shining through oak trees at night.
Oh well. As the saying goes, "If you don't like the weather in Texas, wait a minute."