Many of us in Northern Vermont have been living the fantasy of a never ending summer. I was still picking beans and tomatoes from my garden earlier this week. This morning when I woke up the thermomter registered 32.9 and said it had been down to 32.7 overnight. There was frost on the ground. I haven't checked the garden. It certainly wasn't a hard frost so we'll see.

Now of course it is a glorious (though chilly) day with sunshine, blue skies and fall color and nearing 50 degrees. I'm thinking about a bike ride. I'll have to see if my warm weather cycling clothes still fit.