For the past nine years (save one glorious year-long stint in New York), I have been undergoing fall withdrawal. Finally, I’m back in a state where you can feel the seasons changing, and I couldn’t be happier.
My years in Southern California seemed to blend together, and I blame it on the lack of seasons. Now, before I continue, I will say this: California has seasons. And, once you’ve lived there for a while, you begin to fine-tune your ability to detect the subtle changes between summer and fall. The air gets just a little cooler (you know, around 68 degrees), and some of the flower blossoms on big, leafy trees die and fall to the ground in showers of purple. Other than those natural signs of seasonal rotation, one tends to have to rely on places like Starbucks for clues. Such as the Pumpkin Spice Latte in the fall… or the red cups for the holidays (more on that later in the year, of course).
Now that the trees are turning gold, I am stunned. Fall has actually arrived and told me it’s here – I didn’t have to go looking for it, or savor each falling piece of flora I could find. Instead, there are countless golden leaves that seem to catch on fire when the sun is setting, and a colorful parade of rustic shades along the river.
I know that it won’t last forever, and that in the next few weeks the bright yellow leaves that cover the lawns will be gone, the trees will be bare, and there will be signs of a whole new season to come… Well, along with the change in décor at Starbucks.
Happy fall, everyone! What’s your favorite part of the season?