The other day I overheard someone say, "The weather's always gorgeous in Evanston in the fall."
Thinking back over these last 14 years here, I have to agree.
It's really never too hot, and it's not quite sweater weather. It's that perfect in-between weather, when one outfit works the whole day: no changing from a bathing suit into regular clothes; no layering for warmth.
Sure, there's always a thunderstorm or a chilly blast of wind whipping off the lake to remind us the weather's sliding ever so slowly toward winter. But these days, while the temps are just about perfect, while the Impatients are in full bloom and the grass is still a lovely shade of summer green, I absolutely love our weather. The leaves haven't let go of their verdant color, either.
I recently watched my kids and their friends play with our dog, Jack, at Evanston's Dog Beach (where Church St. meets the lakefront, near Lunt Park), and I couldn't help but smile, thinking how much I love these dog days of summer in Evanston.