Driving home from work yesterday I noted that the trees around here are at their most riotous. It has been unseasonably warm for the last few days, but last night a windy cold front blew in and this morning in was in the low 40s when I left the house. It’s that combination of cold air and the smell of decaying leaves that I love so much about the fall and that I was simply unaware of for the nearly two decades I lived in Southern California. This is the best part of the season, right now, with leaves colored in ways that even Crayola cannot match, with pumpkins on every stoop in the neighborhood, and skeletons, zombies, princesses and superheroes running around the neighborhood.
I’ll try to get some pictures this weekend and post them for you to see, especially for my friends and family living in those sad places where autumn doesn’t exist, except as a marking of time between September and December.
It’s going down in the 30s tonight. It’s finally fall.