Four golfers, four carts, second tee, before the little chill that’s signature Central New York.

If you live in Central New York, you know that every year at this time, an after-dinner snap in the air may arrive.

Last night, the little chill hit us on the golf course.

We start our Tuesday evening nine-hole league play between 5 and 5:30. Some of our gang of six planned ahead with long pants. The temperature dip hit mid-round, sun ducking behind the tree line. A couple golfers pulled out long sleeves. I wore shorts. Tempted to pull out the golf vest tucked into golf cart pocket, I soldiered on. Chilly knees. Cool elbows. No sweat. It felt good.

I saw a tree with changing leaves yesterday.

The New York State Fair starts in eight days.

Yup.

That time of year.

Caught this morning on walk with Ellie B. In Eastwood, some leaves, they are a changin’.