Just like that, the region’s nearly three-month-long drought ended and a new season blew in.

Indeed, the seasonal shift seemed to be marked by what feels like an all-too-common event on Vashon — a power outage that rocked many of us Monday night.

In the blink of an eye, a summer-like fall gave way to a blustery fall. The wind began to blow. Rain came down in torrents. And the memory of those halcyon days of an Indian summer — just a week or so behind us — faded fast.

Ah, but what a fall it’s been.

Our apple trees produced a bounty. Tomatoes were heavy on the vine. Gardens everywhere delivered up the goods. Even those temperamental grapevines have produced what appears to be a record crop.

Much has been made, rightfully, of the odd and unpredictable weather patterns of late — indications to scientists that the planet is in the throes of climate change. But this record-breaking drought — on Vashon, anyway — didn’t feel so bad.

It’s been a sweet and golden fall. Carry its memory with you as you don your rain jacket.